Below is the lyrics of the song Labana , artist - Alejandro Sanz with translation
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Alejandro Sanz
Carlitos venga que se va
Que no nos espera el viento
Mientras le hala su compay
Su corazón se va descosiendo
Espera solo un poco mas
Quiero explicarle a los míos
Por que Labana es la ciudad
Donde los sueños aprenden a nadar
Y pa' que no se colme mi vaso
Lo cuento dando sorbitos
Por que mi negra esta en Labana
Y que me tengo que ir solito
Tocao!
Sobra el dinero, pa' un corazón
Tocao!
Sobra el dinero, si no estas a mi la’o
Como hablarle a la pared (dame, dame libertad)
Los muros piden a gritos
Dicen que a Labana no se va, (no se va)
A echarle canas al aire;
Maldito, maldito sea este mundo
Me quiero lleva’r mi negra
Que se me quedo en Habana
Que se me a quedado en tierra
Si se me a quedao en tierra
Si se me a quedao abandona’o
Que se me a quedao en tierra
Que se me a quedao abandonao
Que no me queda na'
Que no me queda na', no, no
Pero que lindo y que bueno
No se que voy a hacer!
Pero voy a quererte, mi niña siempre
Ve mi negra no, no, no, ve mi negra no te vayas
Y espera solo un poco mas
Quiero explicarle a mi ciudad
Y a mi negrita que es cubana
Porque me voy de Labana, no!
No va a cerrar el corazón de la gente buena
Ni de los poetas, ni de la gente, que se siente libre
Cuenta, cuenta, cuenta;
un día tras otro lo cuenta
Cuenta uno!, cuenta dos!, cuenta tres!, cuenta cuatro
Que te vas Fidel!
Pero no sobra el alma del habanero
(Sobra el dinero)
A este corazón partio
Quien me va entregar sus emociones?
Una niña que me tiene como un loco enamorado
Carlitos come on he's leaving
That the wind is not waiting for us
While his compay pulls him
His heart is unraveling
wait just a little longer
I want to explain to mine
Why Labana is the city
where dreams learn to swim
And so that my glass is not filled
I tell it sipping
Because my black is in Labana
And that I have to go alone
Touch it!
There is plenty of money, for a heart
Touch it!
There is plenty of money, if you are not by my side
Like talking to the wall (give me, give me freedom)
The walls cry out
They say that you don't go to Labana, (you don't go)
To cast gray hair in the air;
Damn, damn this world
I want to take my black
That I stay in Havana
That I have stayed on the ground
If I stayed on the ground
If I stayed or abandoned
That I stayed on the ground
That I was left abandoned
That I have nothing left
That I have nothing left, no, no
But how cute and how good
I do not know what I'm going to do!
But I'm going to love you, my girl always
See my black no, no, no, see my black don't go
And wait just a little longer
I want to explain to my city
And my black girl who is Cuban
Because I'm leaving Labana, no!
It won't close the hearts of good people
Neither of the poets, nor of the people, who feel free
account, account, account;
day after day he tells
Count one!, count two!, count three!, count four
What are you going Fidel!
But there is no surplus of the soul of the habanero
(Excess money)
To this heart he left
Who is going to give me his emotions?
A girl who has me like a crazy in love
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