Habaname

Looking at a photo album
Of the old capital
From ancient times
Of colonial Havana

My father left his land
And when he arrived at El Morro
Havana opened its legs to him
And that's why I was born

Havana, Havana
If only a song were enough
To give you back everything
That time took from you
Havana, my Havana
If you knew the pain
I feel when I sing to you
And you don't understand it's love

Listening to Matamoros
From a distant place
Havana holds a treasure
That is hard to forget

And the years go by
And we look with pain
As every wall of illusion
Collapses

Havana, Havana
If only a song were enough
To give you back everything
That time took from you
Havana, my Havana
If you knew the pain
I feel when I sing to you
And you don't understand that this crying
Is out of love