Macorina

Put your hand here Macorina
Put your hand here
Put your hand here Macorina
Put your hand here

Your feet left a trail
And your skirt slipped away
Looking for the guardarraya
Seeing your slender waist
The sugar canes
Threw themselves on the path
So you could grind them
As if you were a mill

Put your hand here Macorina
Put your hand here
Put your hand here, Macorina
Put your hand here

Your breasts like anon flesh
Your mouth a blessing
Of ripe soursop
And your delicate waist
The same as that of the danzón

Put your hand here Macorina
Put your hand here

Put your hand here Macorina
Put your hand here

Then the dawn
That takes you from my arms
And I not knowing what to do
With that scent of woman
Of mango and new cane
That led me to the hot
Beat of that danzón

Put your hand here Macorina
Put your hand here

Put your hand here Macorina
Put your hand here