La Politica no Cabe en la Azucarera
Carlos Varela
Politics Doesn't Fit in the Sugar Mill
A buddy bought a '59 Chevrolet
Didn't want to change some parts, now it won't move
It's really hot in old Havana
People are waiting for something, but nothing's happening here
Some guy yelled 'every man for himself'
Every passing day, the tide rises higher
Felipito went to the United States
It's cold there and he was bored here
But understand, brother, take it as you want
Politics doesn't fit in the sugar mill
A worker sees me, calls me an artist
And nobly adds me to his stature
He's dealing with tourist money
He has four kids and life is tough
But understand, brother, take it as you want
Politics doesn't fit in the sugar mill
Oh, God, what do you want from me?
Strip, baby, I'm coming for you
Today they'll probably cut off the power
And there's nothing else to do but play voodoo
Everyone wants to live in the news
Nothing's missing there and no money is needed
Women are a good business
Some are alone and others already have a partner
But understand, brother, take it as you want
Politics doesn't fit in the sugar mill
In school they taught me that in apartheid
Not everyone is equal and the law doesn't matter
That's why I get upset with what I see
Listen to me, man, fuck you and your blockade
But understand, brother, take it as you want
Politics doesn't fit in the sugar mill
Oh, God, what do you want from me?
Strip, baby, I'm coming for you
Today they'll probably cut off the power
And there's nothing else to do but play voodoo
It's really hot in old Havana
People are waiting for something, but nothing's happening here
Some guy yelled 'every man for himself'
Every passing day, the tide rises higher
Felipito went to the United States
It's cold there and he was bored here
But understand, brother, take it as you want
Politics doesn't fit in the sugar mill
