La camisa negra [en vivo con improvisación] [English translation]

One for poor and ugly, man

But I craved, ay ome

I have the black shirt

Today my love is in mourning

Today I have a pity in my soul

And it's because of your spell

Today I know that you do not love me anymore

And that's what hurts me the most

That I have the black shirt

And a pity that hurts

It seems wrong that I just stayed

And it was pure all your lie

What a damn bad luck of mine

That day I found you

By drinking from the malevolent poison of your love

I was dying and full of pain

I breathed in that bitter smoke of your goodbye

And since you left, I only have

I have the black shirt

Because I have the soul

I lost your temper for you

And I almost lost my bed

Bed, bed, eat on, baby

I tell you with dissimulation

That I have the black shirt

And below I have the deceased

To stab you whenever you want mommy

As you hear it, mija

I have the black shirt

Your love does not interest me anymore

What yesterday knew me to glory

Today I know pure ...

Wednesday afternoon and you do not get there

Not even showing signs

And me with the black shirt

And your bags at the door

It seems wrong that I just stayed

And it was pure all your lie

What a damn bad luck of mine

That day I found you

By drinking from the malevolent poison of your love

I was dying and full of pain

I breathed in that bitter smoke of your goodbye

And since you left, I only have

I have the black shirt

Because I have the soul

I lost your temper for you

And I almost lost my bed

Bed, bed, eat on, baby

I tell you with dissimulation

That I have the black shirt

And below I have the deceased

I have the black shirt

Because I have the soul

I lost your temper for you

And I almost lost my bed

Bed, bed, eat on, baby

I tell you with dissimulation

That I have the black shirt

And below I have the deceased

• Artist:Juanes