Blacks in Cuba, Their Son

As soon as there’s a full moon, I’ll go to Santiago, Cuba,
I’ll go to Santiago
in a coach of black water.
I’ll go to Santiago.
Palm roofs will sing.
I’ll go to Santiago.
When the palm tree wants to be a stork,
I’ll go to Santiago.
And when the banana tree wants to be a jellyfish,
I’ll go to Santiago.
I’ll go to Santiago with Fonseca’s fair head.
I’ll go to Santiago.
And with Romeo and Juliet’s rose I’ll go to Santiago.
Paper sea, silver coins.
I’ll go to Santiago.
0 Cuba, rhythm of dried seeds!
I’ll go to Santiago.
Torrid waist, drop of wood!
I’ll go to Santiago.
Harp of living trunks, alligator, tobacco flower!
I’ll go to Santiago.
1 always said I’d go to Santiago in a coach of black water.
I’ll go to Santiago.
Breeze and alcohol in the wheels,
I’ll go to Santiago.
My coral in the darkness,
I’ll go to Santiago.
Sea buried in sand.
I’ll go to Santiago.
White heat, dead fruit,
I’ll go to Santiago.
Bovine freshness of sugar cane!
O Cuba! Curve of sigh and clay!
I’ll go to Santiago.