Hermosa Habana

Havana
Havana
Beautiful Havana
Beautiful is your Prado
Beautiful are your streets
Beautiful is your sea
Havana
To you my song arrives
Like the moan of violins
That only play for you

In the blue sky, you see flying
Doves as a symbol of peace
Which is glory for you
Havana
In the blue sky, you see flying
Doves as a symbol of peace
Which is glory for you
Havana
Havana