Niña Isabel
Sara Montiel
Little Isabel
In the steam cafe
Of the Cuban bay
Little Isabel triumphed
She was a flower from Havana
She sang for the people, from the land and from the sea
And no one saw that a sorrow was entwined in her singing
Let little Isabel sing, shouts the sailors
And the dark-skinned flower sings
Almost dead and almost cold
Oh little Isabel
With eyes like a Cuban night
Oh little Isabel
With lips sweet as banana
A love kills you, a pain kills you
That travel through the seas dressed in anise
Oh little Isabel
If your sighs go to the water
I'll leave Havana following you
With eyes like a Cuban night
With lips sweet as banana
A love kills you, a pain kills you
That travel through the seas dressed in anise
Oh little Isabel
If your sighs go to the water
I'll leave Havana following you
