Chan Chan

From High Cedro I go to Marcané
Then to Cueto I go to Mayarí
The love I have for you
I can't deny
I drool
I can't help it
When Juanica and Chan Chan
Sifted sand in the sea
How the 'jibe' shook
Chan Chan felt sorry
Clear the path of straw
Because I want to sit
On that log I see
And I can't reach
From High Cedro I go to Marcané
Then to Cueto I go to Mayarí.