ترانه:
Cuba Cuba

el salto en tu motocicleta te hace sentir que eres un dios vuelas alto sin barreras entre el horizonte y el adios cambias fama por tu vida y rompes

you it's not easy You're not supposed to go, they say They say that Cuba is the enemy I'm going down there anyway I'm going down to Cuba to see my friends

Que pasa Lola Ya no eres la misma muchacha Que el maldito te robo la gracia Baby, me haces falta, mucha falta Quedate junto a mi Quedate Lola Que me

don't try to hold me back There ain't nothing you can say Snake eyes on a pair of dice And we got to go today. Chorus Take me to the April Sun in Cuba

Get on your dancing shoes There's one thing on your mind Oh, been there looking for you Sure you'll be rummaging through Oh and the shit, shock

Theres no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard No song that I could sing But I can try for your heart, our dreams, and they are

He told me passion And compassion In the hotel Buena Vista His treats were noisy Like in New Jersey But nothing matter when we kisseda His body language

Beauty queen of only eighteen She had some trouble with herself He was always there to help her She always belonged to someone else I drove for miles

He vencido mil montanas He llegado hasta el fin Y es por amor a ti Y es por amor a ti