Sana, sana colito de rana Si, no sana hoy Bueno sana manana Manana, manana Lo que dice Havana Si, no paso hoy Paso manana
Fifteen Cuban minutes Fairly safe to say Can feel more like an hour Or the entire day In the land where time means nothing Not hard to slip away El Diablo baila sabado Y los curas on Sunday Fifteen Cuban minutes The end is out of sight So I'll meet you by the cannon On the Malecon tonight
It started in Havana In Nineteen-twenty-one On the schooner Chiquimula Where a party had begun Primer cumpleanos For a tiny lad at sea And in my heart is still that faded photo of JD Signal flags were flying Atop the entire fleet While the rhumba band from Santiago Played the birthday boy to sleep That's the tale was told to me A sea dog nursery rhyme And the music that was handed down From a long forgotten time
Fifteen Cuban minutes Get lost in the fog LIfe's a test, just do your best Like a three-legged dog In the land where time means nothing You can often lose your mind Now place your bets, or better yet Just join a conga line Fifteen Cuban minutes Can turn night into day They're dancing on the tables Down at El Frente
Another entry in the log My mind put to a test When we sailed with the Hemmingways On a schooner from Key West They'd come to make a movie About long forgotten times See old friends, drink some rum And visit family shrines So how the hell did we wind up Just tagging right along? They were looking for a soundtrack And heard one of my songs So I sang "Havana Daydreamin'" Just me and my guitar To some very stern KGB guys Trying to blend in at the bar
So for fifteen Cuban minutes La bodega did ignite Bongos y tumbadoras Kept us up all night Mojitos by the minute The crowd stacked at the door Ninos, dogs, and roosters Frolicked on the floor Fifteen Cuban minutes Lots of give and take Birthdays always come and go But not a birthday cake
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Fifteen Cuban minutes Are easy to embrace No calendars or watch to wind No schedules to chase In the land where time means nothing This phrase, it cries, "Delay!" Put it on a tee shirt And everyone will pay You say minutos Cubanos Dejace la drama Aqui no hay AC Solo la ventana
Music makes us happy It's in our chromosomes No matter where we wander Music takes us home It started on the island Dispersed by sweet songbirds Who flew north 'cross the Gulf Stream And everybody heard Now the clock just keeps on ticking I hear it everywhere I go And I sing along in cars and bars Along Calle Ocho God bless Ricky Ricardo And Little Ricky, too They set my mind on island time How about you?
The Greeks and the Egyptians Had sundials in the sand Now we have atomic clocks That measure the Big Bang Still I prefer the simple way Let's take it to the street More walking and less talking Tap time with your feet
Fifteen Cuban minutes Still stands the test of time Like a Salas photograph Or Kenneth Patchen rhyme If you're looking for a launchpad No news, just hearsay Don't bother with the WiFi Fuck Siri, ask Jose Fifteen Cuban minutes There's no end in sight I'll meet you by the cannon On the Malecon tonight
Sana, sana colito de rana Si, no sana hoy Bueno sana manana Manana, manana Lo que dice Havana Si, no paso hoy Paso mananaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
