Siboney

Siboney I love you, I die for your love.
Siboney, on your lips, honey placed its sweetness.
Come here, I love you and you are my everything.
Siboney, to the lullaby of your soul, I think of you.

Siboney from my dream, if you don't hear the complaint in my voice,
Siboney, if you don't come, I will die of love.
Siboney from my dream, I eagerly await you in my cane field,
Siboney, if you don't come, I will die of love.

Listen to the echo of my crystal song
It doesn't get lost in the rough cane field