Alhucema

Black macumba that hums the drum.
A brown man has died and a love has died!
Sad rumbles, rumbles the drum:
A brother of our color has died!
And the blacks and the car cross the night
that holds a reproach of blood and passion.
And sings a procession of red lips
putting reflections of torch in the voice.

Alhucema,
the brunette was called,
who dragged him to death.
Crazy black woman,
was the blood from her mouth
that intoxicated the blacks...
Double sorrow,
one lives in his chains
and another has died for her love.

Black macumba that dark song,
your shadow brings down the shadow of God.
Lumbra, shine the blacks that go
praying, crying to the sound of singing.
The burial moves away with songs of black people
and weeping of dogs that sense pain,
the bonfire of the song has been extinguished
with weeping weeping.
And the hearse sinks into a mud of shadows
of shadows, rolling.