Painter, I'd like to talk to you
while you're painting an altar.
I'm a poor black person
and of one thing I beg you.
Even if the Virgin is white
paint me a black angel.
All children go to heaven
even if they are only negros.
I know, you paint with love
why do you despise my colour?
If He sees black children
God smiles to them.
I'm only a poor black person
but in the Lord I believe
and I know that He keeps beside him
even the negros that have cried.
I know, you paint with love
why do you despise my colour?
If he sees black children
God smiles to them.