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I have the black shirt
Today my love is mourning
Today I have a regret weighing my soul
And it's the fault of your witchcraft

Today I know that you do not love (want) me anymore
And this is what hurts me most
That I have the black shirt
And a regret that pains me

-Coda-
Sadly, it looks like I was left alone
And it was purely, completely all your lie
What damned bad luck, mine
To find you on that day

For drinking from the evil venom of your love
I was left dying (lit. moribund) and full of pain
I breathed of that bitter smoke from your goodbye
And since you left all I have left is...

I have the black shirt
Because black (is how) I have my soul
I lost my calm because of you
And I almost even lost my bed

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon baby
I tell you furtively
Because I have the black shirt
And beneath (it) I have the deceased

I have the black shirt
Your love doesn't interest me anymore
What tasted of glory to me yesterday
Today tastes to me of pure (shi-)

Wednesday by the afternoon and you that doesn't appear
(You) don't even show signs
And me with my black shirt
And your suitcases at the door

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[Repeat "Cama cama caman..." stanza]

Tengo la camisa negra
Hoy mi amor está de luto
Hoy tengo en el alma una pena
Y es por culpa de tu embrujo

Hoy sé que tú ya no me quieres
Y esto es lo que más me hiere
Que tengo la camisa negra
Y una pena que me duele

-Coda-
Mal parece que solo me quedé
Y fue pura todita tu mentira
Qué maldita mala suerte la mía
Que aquel día te encontré

Por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor
Yo quedé moribundo y lleno de dolor
Respiré de ese humo amargo de tu adiós
Y desde que tú te fuiste yo sólo tengo...

Tengo la camisa negra
Porque negra tengo el alma
Yo por ti perdí la calma
Y casi pierdo hasta mi cama

Cama cama caman baby [*Spanglish :) ]
Te digo con disimulo
Que tengo la camisa negra
Y debajo tengo el difunto

Tengo la camisa negra
Ya tu amor no me interesa
Lo que ayer me supo a gloria
Hoy me sabe a pura (mier-)

Miércoles por la tarde y tú que no llegas
Ni siquiera muestras señas
Y yo con la camisa negra
Y tus maletas en la puerta

[Repeat from coda]

[Repeat "Cama cama caman..." stanza]

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