Son de negros en Cuba

When the full moon rises
I’ll head to Santiago de Cuba,
I’ll go to Santiago,
in a black water carriage.
I’ll go to Santiago.
The palm thatched roofs will sing.
I’ll go to Santiago.
When the palm wants to be a stork,
I’ll go to Santiago.
And when the banana wants to be a jellyfish,
I’ll go to Santiago
with Fonseca’s blonde head.
I’ll go to Santiago.
And with the rose of Romeo and Juliet
I’ll go to Santiago.
Sea of paper and silver coins
I’ll go to Santiago.
Oh Cuba! Oh rhythm of dry seeds!
I’ll go to Santiago.
Oh hot waist and drop of wood!
I’ll go to Santiago.
Harp of living trunks, alligator, tobacco flower!
I’ll go to Santiago.
I always said I’d go to Santiago
in a black water carriage.
I’ll go to Santiago.
Breeze and booze on the wheels,
I’ll go to Santiago.
My coral in the darkness,
I’ll go to Santiago.
The sea drowned in the sand,
I’ll go to Santiago,
white heat, dead fruit,
I’ll go to Santiago.
Oh fresh bovine of sugarcane!
Oh Cuba! Oh curve of sigh and mud!
I’ll go to Santiago.