LITTLE Havana - Pequeña Habana
By Farkas Pungur - Brisbane AU
[VERSE 1]
Cuba, Cuba, isla del sol,
Hot rhythm, heart and soul.
Cigarros rodando, humo llenando el aire,
coches antiguos recorriendo cada calle.
Palm trees dancing the ocean’s blue is in you,
Baila conmigo, solo tú y yo.
Havana streets come alive at night,
Mis amigas dancing underneath the lights.
Cruza el mar, rumbo a Miami,
una nueva vida espera allí.
Leaving home with a dream in their hearts,
Looking for a hopeful brand-new start.
Ladrillo a ladrillo, junto a sus amigos,
construyeron sueños, hogares y destinos.
Little Havana, colours in the street,
Where Cuban rhythm and Miami meet.
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[CHORUS]
¡Ay, Cuba! Feel the rhythm flow,
¡Mis amores! Let the whole world know.
Raise your hands to the Caribbean sky,
Cuba vive, and the spirit won’t die.
De La Habana hasta Miami,
Baila, baila, ven junto a mí.
Generation to generation, one heart, one beat,
Cuba keeps dancing on the Miami streets.
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[VERSE 2]
Pintando las paredes, colores brillantes,
Caras e historias, con sueños gigantes.
Everybody’s got a story to tell,
Every corner’s got a rhythm as well.
Café por la mañana, café caliente,
Jugando dominó con toda mi gente.
Laughter in the street, music after dark,
Little Cuba shining like a Caribbean spark.
Old Chevrolet, shining in the sun,
Vamos, vamos, everybody have some fun.
Cigarros rodando, humo llenando el aire,
coches antiguos recorriendo cada calle.
From generation to generation,
Una familia, una canción.
Different shores, but the same heartbeat,
Cuba comes alive on the Miami streets.
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[CHORUS – DOUBLE]
¡Ay, Cuba! Feel the rhythm flow,
¡Mis amores! Let the whole world know.
Raise your hands to the Caribbean sky,
Cuba vive, and the spirit won’t die.
De La Habana hasta Miami,
Baila, baila, ven junto a mí.
Generation to generation, one heart, one beat,
Cuba keeps dancing on the Miami streets.
¡Ay, Cuba! Feel the rhythm flow,
¡Mis amores! Let the whole world know.
Raise your hands to the Caribbean sky,
Cuba vive, and the spirit won’t die.
De La Habana hasta Miami,
Baila, baila, ven junto a mí.
Generation to generation, one heart, one beat,
Cuba keeps dancing on the Miami streets.
