Habana

(ROLDAN)
No, if that's great

Baby, that camel is, listen
Riding all of Havana
The girl, mommy, with her cool, come here
Riding all of Havana
And the taxi drivers are
Riding all of Havana
And how are the musicians?
Riding all of Havana

(RUZZO)
I say things of destiny
They dragged me from my island

And what a surprise it would be
To see that my child, my pink dream
Turned very gray
In the beginning, a lot of work
Bro, I went through, I still went through
I didn't know, my friend
That's where the drama begins
And mom, who is always right in the plot:
Take care of my child from the speculators
Who are often traitors in this neighborhood
I took a chance, and I entered this new deal
Believing that I would make a lot of money
And I ended up right where I didn't want, mom
Inside a box, the fame is over
The neighborhood is in flames
Everyone lying face up, in a dream
That never ends!

(CHORUS)
(RUZZO)
And the neighbor from the neighborhood, stops at the window?
(ROLDAN)
Riding all of Havana
(RUZZO)
What can you tell me that I don't know?
(ROLDAN)
Riding all of Havana
(RUZZO)
The Indian at noon
(ROLDAN)
Riding all of Havana
(RUZZO)
Handsome, handsome you, handsome, handsome me
(ROLDAN)
Riding all of Havana
(ROLDAN)
Oh, my friend invited me
To eat at his sister's house
She prepared a little pig
To roast early in the morning
Unfortunately, it ran out, oh!, ran out of gas!
(RUZZO)
A tremendous amount of kilometers
Look, we had to walk
(ROLDAN)
Giving it to the catalina, eh-eh
We arrived at three in the afternoon
When everything, everything, was ending
And there were his seven cousins, arriving
From Villa Clara
Three with their wives, the others with their kids
There's nothing left to eat, you see, and besides
There are no beds, eh-eh, ah-ah
(CHORUS)
(ROLDAN)
What nonsense, it's not that serious
Lobelebele, belebele, you
What nonsense, it's not that serious
Tobelebele, belebele, you
(YOTUEL AND RUZZO)
If I spent my life in the neighborhood
The jinetera, the yuma, the gossip
Stuck, stuck to the ceiling, facts
All in their boxes, manufactured
Operation Cohiba, there are no cute things
To interrupt the game
Territory deployed with French women
Like herds, arrivals, with the
Blacks suffocated, flooding the forest
Little daughter asks
œDaddy, get in the boxes
If we're not fried
One of the yumas was the goal
Damn, better said trumpet
That's what I get for being greedy
Instead of a siren, I caught a shark
CHORUS (2X)