Habana, hermosa Habana, lindo es tu prado, lindas son tus calles, bello es tu mar. Habana, a ti llega mi canto, como gemir de violines que solo tocan
Where have you been? The smell of loneliness and the heartache of distance, Is all we have left and when your dress hits the floor its obvious, its been
: Where have you been? The smell of loneliness and the heartache of distance, Is all we have left and when your dress hits the floor its obvious, its
