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One for poor and ugly, 'ombe, but whim' or
I have the black shirt, today my love is in mourning
Today I have a sorrow in my soul and it is because of your spell
Today I know that you don't love me anymore, and that's what hurts me the most.
That I have a black shirt and a pity that it hurts
It hardly seems like I just stayed
And it was pure all your lie
How damned my bad luck!
That I found you that day
Due to drinking the malevolent poison of your love
I ended up almost dying and full of pain
I breathed the bitter smoke of your goodbye
And, since you left, I only
I have, I have the black shirt because my soul is black
I lost my calm for you and almost lost my bed
Bed, bed, come on, baby, I tell you discreetly.
That I have the black shirt and underneath I have the deceased
To bury it in you anytime you want, mamita
It is just as you hear it, sweetie
I have the black shirt, your love no longer interests me
What yesterday tasted like glory to me today tastes like pure
Wednesday afternoon and you haven't arrived, you don't even show any signs
And me with the black shirt and your suitcases at the door
It hardly seems like I just stayed
And it was pure all your lie
How damned my bad luck!
That I found you that day
Due to drinking the malevolent poison of your love
I ended up almost dying and full of pain
I breathed the bitter smoke of your goodbye
And, since you left, I only
I have, I have the black shirt because my soul is black
I lost my calm for you and almost lost my bed
Bed, bed, come on, baby, I tell you discreetly.
That I have the black shirt and underneath I have the deceased
I have a black shirt because my soul is black.
I lost my calm for you and almost lost my bed
Bed, bed, come on, baby, I tell you discreetly.
That I have the black shirt and underneath I have the deceased
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