From the balcony
that overlooked the boardwalk
I saw every morning
the fish of Havana
dancing with the story a guaguancón.
And at the hotel
the world was going backwards,
and the century in T-shirt
I watered the pots,
and three fit on each bicycle.
And the foolish night
with his eyes of fire
black, like two coal pearls,
provoking me to the game
tropical and pirate
of the mulatto cat and the mouse.
And instead of the answers I was looking for
A cyclone of questions awaited me,
and in the attic of the soul of the people,
Silvio slept dreaming of snakes.
And the beards of the revolution
they grew more gray every day,
and tomorrow was a boy who was lying,
and all were called Robinson.
And the body to the sonon cosongo.
Songo de Changó, songo of Martí.
Do not stop the sonon cosongo.
With the Yoruba lucumi heart.
Let the sonon cosongo follow!
Follow me, follow me.
The sonon cosongo makes me black.
For the Milanese black to dance.
Look, you.
From the balcony
the street was a danzón
and the sky a watercolor
stained by candles
of the three caravels of Columbus.
And in this hotel Beny Moré played
the night that Al Capone
he lost his pants
to Russian roulette with Fidel.
And the old flags
calling the trenches
from the indigo mural of the wall
where a hand has written
'Haydée, I need you'
on the mythical beret of Che.
And we drank all the beers,
and we kissed all the Cuban women,
and the pimp of the muses of Havana
I had an apple on my head.
And the Caribbean was charging against the hotel,
and too many dreams depended
of good or bad aim
that William Tell had that day.
Mamita to the sonon cosongo.
Va pa Varadero, comes from Madrid.
Do not fall asleep the sonon cosongo.
Sol Portocarrero, ivory moon.
Let the sonon cosongo follow.
Follow me, follow me.
To enjoy the sonon cosongo.
For my compadre Pablo Milanés.
Pablito, the sonon cosongo.
Serve with salt from the Caribbean Sea.
Abrazadito to the sonón cosongo.
For the mulatto to move the knee.
Blessed sonogo cosongo.
Songo de Cotán, son of Compay.
With a mojito the sonon cosongo.
Hemingway is never learned by the gringo.
How rich the sonon cosongo.
I am an honest man,
sincere and without infinity,
and before I die I want
Live life a little.
Yes, sir, of course. Asugar, sonogo cosongo.
Hands up, high, who lives?
Give the canon to the sonon cosongo.
I love this island, I'm from the Caribbean.
The cosongo sonogo goes up.
A fat chicharrero, a skinny from Jaén.
Carajo the sonon cosongo.
Songo de Lezama, Songo de Guillén.
Fandango sóngoro cosongo.
Follow me, follow me.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)