Habaneando

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Habanero, strumming the guitar, I'm partying
Habanero, negotiating, proclaiming
Biking down the street in the Belén neighborhood
There's hidden Havana, the one you never see
Filled with special people
Humble by tradition
Carrying nostalgia and resignation
Looking for all the doors to the solution

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The system tightens and doesn't want to give in
And the black market comes to solve what's fair
Behind that touristy facade you see on a Cuba sign
There's a worker busting his ass all damn day to bring light and be
You know... the island isn't just rum and tobacco, bitches, Varadero, Cayo Largo
It's not just that, there are people working all day, from sunup to sundown
For a better future, so let's go

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