I told you lady. Take me for one day. Please don't ask any questions. You know I can stay. . I wish the wind was cold. I want to hold you baby hold. Only in your arms I'm lost.
Sunday night. I was riding on the a train. Reading the newspaper. A woman was trying to convince a man. That she hadn't done it. . All these years. I haven't seen you.
This is Havana. The night before the revolution. Carlos Romero Pambo plays the symphony. For latin piano. Popping corks and blasting bullets. La Habanera dances in the streets.