How I miss the hand of my beloved
she in Havana, me on the flight to Madrid
how much I miss that hand in love
what in love I want for me.
From that look, that fear,
that memory that between the euphoria,
when flying, it is usually shared
our hands made a story
from Havana to the center of Madrid.
How many hands will she have laid for me?
how many hands will I have asked
in his hand I played like a star
that immediately my world illuminated
hand that one day changed my life
hand that bewitched me.
Returning instantly in
that my mind dreamed of seeing you,
flying, by my side towards Madrid
I'm singing my happiness
for knowing you there in Havana
waiting for me.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)