Pintor nacido en mi tierra
Con el pincel extranjero
Pintor que sigues el rumbo
De tantos pintores viejos
Aunque la virgen sea blanca
Píntale angelitos negros
Que también se van al cielo
Todos los negritos buenos
Pintor si pintas con amor
Por qué desprecias su color?
Si sabes que en el cielo
También los quiere Dios
Pintor de santos alcoba
Si tienes alma en el cuerpo
Por qué al pintar en tus cuadros
Te olvidaste de los negros
Siempre que pintas iglesias
Pintas angelitos bellos
Pero nunca te acordaste
De pintar un ángel negro
Angelitos Negros Video (MV)
Eartha Kitt - Angelitos Negros Lyrics
Painter born in my land
With the foreign brush
Painter, you follow the path
Of so many old painters
Even if the virgin is white
Paint her little black angels
For they also go to heaven
All the good little black ones
Painter, if you paint with love
Why do you despise their color?
If you know that in heaven
God loves them too
Painter of bedroom saints
If you have a soul in your body
Why, when painting in your canvases
Did you forget about the blacks?
Whenever you paint churches
You paint beautiful little angels
But you never remembered
To paint a black angel
With the foreign brush
Painter, you follow the path
Of so many old painters
Even if the virgin is white
Paint her little black angels
For they also go to heaven
All the good little black ones
Painter, if you paint with love
Why do you despise their color?
If you know that in heaven
God loves them too
Painter of bedroom saints
If you have a soul in your body
Why, when painting in your canvases
Did you forget about the blacks?
Whenever you paint churches
You paint beautiful little angels
But you never remembered
To paint a black angel
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Pintor nacido en mi tierra
Con el pincel extranjero
Pintor que sigues el rumbo
De tantos pintores viejos
Aunque la virgen sea blanca
Píntale angelitos negros
Que también se van al cielo
Todos los negritos buenos
Pintor si pintas con amor
Por qué desprecias su color?
Si sabes que en el cielo
También los quiere Dios
Pintor de santos alcoba
Si tienes alma en el cuerpo
Por qué al pintar en tus cuadros
Te olvidaste de los negros
Siempre que pintas iglesias
Pintas angelitos bellos
Pero nunca te acordaste
De pintar un ángel negro
Con el pincel extranjero
Pintor que sigues el rumbo
De tantos pintores viejos
Aunque la virgen sea blanca
Píntale angelitos negros
Que también se van al cielo
Todos los negritos buenos
Pintor si pintas con amor
Por qué desprecias su color?
Si sabes que en el cielo
También los quiere Dios
Pintor de santos alcoba
Si tienes alma en el cuerpo
Por qué al pintar en tus cuadros
Te olvidaste de los negros
Siempre que pintas iglesias
Pintas angelitos bellos
Pero nunca te acordaste
De pintar un ángel negro
English
Painter born in my land
With the foreign brush
Painter, you follow the path
Of so many old painters
Even if the virgin is white
Paint her little black angels
For they also go to heaven
All the good little black ones
Painter, if you paint with love
Why do you despise their color?
If you know that in heaven
God loves them too
Painter of bedroom saints
If you have a soul in your body
Why, when painting in your canvases
Did you forget about the blacks?
Whenever you paint churches
You paint beautiful little angels
But you never remembered
To paint a black angel
With the foreign brush
Painter, you follow the path
Of so many old painters
Even if the virgin is white
Paint her little black angels
For they also go to heaven
All the good little black ones
Painter, if you paint with love
Why do you despise their color?
If you know that in heaven
God loves them too
Painter of bedroom saints
If you have a soul in your body
Why, when painting in your canvases
Did you forget about the blacks?
Whenever you paint churches
You paint beautiful little angels
But you never remembered
To paint a black angel
