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Brawl Broom

Madre Aída

Fray Escoba

Una historia hermosa vamos a contar
Porque de alegría nos hace cantar

Martín, martín

Erase un negrito
Que de pequeñito
Ya sabía rezar
Y cuando veía
Hombres que sufrían
Ya sabía llorar

Martín, se llamaba martín
Negrito chiquitito
Con alma de marfil

Gatos y ratones
En el mismo plato
Hacía comer
Y el odio en los hombres
Con su alegre escoba
Lograba barrer

Martín, se llamaba martín
Negrito chiquitito
Con alma de marfil

Y a ti, martín
Blanco de nieve
Te hizo Dios
Hasta el cielo azul
Lleva a los hombres
Con ese amor

Martín, se llamaba martín
Negrito chiquitito
Con alma de marfil

Negrito chiquitito
Con alma de marfil

Negrito chiquitito

Brawl Broom

A beautiful story we're going to tell
Because it makes us sing with joy

Martin, Martin

There was a little black boy
Who from a young age
Already knew how to pray
And when he saw
Men suffering
He already knew how to cry

Martin, his name was Martin
Tiny black boy
With a heart of ivory

Cats and mice
On the same plate
He made them eat
And the hatred in men
With his cheerful broom
He managed to sweep away

Martin, his name was Martin
Tiny black boy
With a heart of ivory

And you, Martin
White as snow
God made you
To the blue sky
Carry men
With that love

Martin, his name was Martin
Tiny black boy
With a heart of ivory

Tiny black boy
With a heart of ivory

Tiny black boy

Escrita por: Emilio José