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Cubana

Esta historia que voy a contar
Pasó hace mucho tiempo,
Cuando a la Habana yo me fui
Para calmar este dolor.
Y ahora escuchando esta cancion
Me trae tantos recuerdos...
Sube esa radio, por favor,
Para poder cantar

Esa cancion cubana, oye, mi pana.

Me fui para pasar solo un mes
Y estuve mas de un año alli
No tenia ni para comer,
Ni plata pa dormir.
Estando asi, ella me recogió
De entre los escombros.
Flor, fuiste mi inspiracion
Para poder cantar

Esta cancion cubana, oye, mi pana.

Me fui alli, la conoci, tiene la sangre color negra...
Me fui alli, la conoci, fuma esta hierba,
Que está buena.

Mi marihuana de mi amor,
Mira, mi pana, yo deseo...

¡¡humo!!

¡Que rica marihuana!

Mi marihuana yo deseo...
¡Que rica marihuana!

Cubana

Darling, I'm going to tell you a story
That happened a long time ago,
When I went to Havana
To soothe this pain of mine.
And now, listening to this song
Brings back so many memories...
Turn up that radio, please,
So I can sing

That Cuban song, my love.

I went there to spend just a month
And I stayed for over a year
I didn't even have enough to eat,
Or money to sleep.
That's when she picked me up
From among the rubble.
Flor, you were my inspiration
To be able to sing

That Cuban song, my love.

I went there, I met her, her skin is the color of the night...
I went there, I met her, smokes this herb,
It's good.

My marijuana, my love,
Look, my dear, I wish...

Smoke!!

What a delicious marijuana!

My marijuana, I wish...
What a delicious marijuana!