Son De Negros En Cuba - Miguel Poveda

Cuando llegue la luna llena.

Ire a Santiago.

Ire a Santiago.

En un coche de agua negra.

Ire a Santiago.

Ire a Santiago.

Cantaran los techos de palmera.

Ire a Santiago.

Cuando la palmera quiera ser ciguena.

Ire a Santiago.

Y cuando quiere ser medusa el platano,

Ire a Santiago.

Ire a Santiago.

Con la rubia cabeza de Fonseca.

Ire a Santiago.

Ire a Santiago.

Y con el rosa de Romeo y Julieta.

Ire a Santiago.

Ire a Santiago.

Mar de papel y plata de monedas.

Ire a Santiago.

Oh Cuba!

Oh ritmo de semillas secas!

Ire a Santiago.

Oh cintura caliente y gotas de madera!

Ire a Santiago.

Ire a Santiago.

Arpa de troncos vivos caiman, flor de tabaco!

Ire a Santiago.

Siempre dije que yo iria a Santiago

En un coche de agua negra.

Brisa y alcohol en las ruedas,

Ire a Santiago.

Mi coral… en la tiniebla,

ire a Santiago.

ire a santiago.

El mar ahogado en la arena.

Ire a Santiago.

Ire a Santiago.

Ire a Santiago, Santiago de Cuba.

Cuba, Cuba.

Cuba, Cuba.

Cuba, Cuba

Oh curva de suspiro y barro!

Cuba, Cuba.

Ire a Santiago.

Cuba, Cuba.

Ire a Santiago.

Cuba, Cuba.

Cuba, Cuba.

When the full moon arrives.

I will go to Santiago.

I will go to Santiago.

In a black water car.

I will go to Santiago.

I will go to Santiago.

The palm tree roofs will sing.

I will go to Santiago.

When the palm tree wants to be a stork.

I will go to Santiago.

And when the banana wants to be a jellyfish,

I will go to Santiago.

I will go to Santiago.

With the blond head of Fonseca.

I will go to Santiago.

I will go to Santiago.

And with the rose of Romeo and Juliet.

I will go to Santiago.

I will go to Santiago.

Sea of ​​paper and silver of coins.

I will go to Santiago.

Oh Cuba!

O rhythm of dry seeds!

I will go to Santiago.

Oh hot waist and drops of wood!

I will go to Santiago.

I will go to Santiago.

Harp of live caiman trunks, tobacco flower!

I will go to Santiago.

I always said that I would go to Santiago

In a black water car.

Breeze and booze in the wheels

I will go to Santiago.

My coral… in the darkness,

I will go to Santiago.

I will go to Santiago.

The sea drowned in the sand.

I will go to Santiago.

I will go to Santiago.

I will go to Santiago, Santiago de Cuba.

Cuba, Cuba.

Cuba, Cuba.

Cuban, Cuban

Oh curve of sigh and mud!

Cuba, Cuba.

I will go to Santiago.

Cuba, Cuba.

I will go to Santiago.

Cuba, Cuba.

Cuba, Cuba.