Habaneras de Cádiz

Since I was, girl, in Havana
I can't forget
so much Cadiz by my window, distant little cup,
that morning I could contemplate...
The waves of La Caleta, which is calm silver,
were breaking against the rocks of that promenade
that to the swaying of those mouths
they call it The Malecon...
There were horse carriages, it was around May,
they sounded through Alameda, through Puerta Tierra,
and they brought me, oh, my land,
from my Cadiz the same sound...
The sound of the Ports, sweetness of guava,
squashes, orchards...
I still wonder who was singing it to me...
Chorus
That I have a love in Havana
and the other in Andalusia,
I haven't seen you, my land,
closer than the morning
that appeared in my window
of colonial Havana
all Cadiz, the Cathedral, La Viña and El Mentidero...
And they will see that I am not exaggerating
if when singing the habanera I repeat:
Havana is Cadiz with more little black ones,
Cadiz, Havana with more charm.

II
They will see that I have my soul in Havana
I can't forget
I sing a tango and it's a habanera,
the same way
so sweet and gallant and the same beat.
In the Caribbean way it is written
when a love song, such a rich song,
is dedicated by the troubadours
to a girl or to a city...
And I, Cadiz, I dedicate you and explain it to you
why I sing you this tango that tastes like mango,
in this way this habanera
of piriñaca and Carnival...
Chirigota sound, molasses flavor,
Guantanamo and Rota...
That a choir is already singing it in the square!
To the chorus and final