Cubanita
Ialma
Cuban Girl
In my Cuban girl of my soul
You steal my soul
I can't live without you
Are your lips of caramel
Your little mouth from heaven
They make me suffer
Are your blue eyes
Like the waves of the sea they are
Your breasts that look at the village
Like the palm tree, girl, they are
Come...
It's that among devils there's no little virgin
There are no bells, no clock
Come, beautiful Cuban
The sweetest I've seen
Come...
Are your blue eyes
Like the waves of the sea they are
Your body wriggles
Like a fisherman's cane
Come...
It's that among devils there's no little virgin
There are no bells, no clock
Come, beautiful Cuban
The sweetest I've seen
Being you the prettiest
The sweetest I've seen
