Chan Chan

From Alto Cedro I go to Marcané
I arrive in Cueto I go to Mayarí
The love I have for you
I can't deny it
The drool comes out
I can't help it

When Juanica and Chan Chan
Sifted sand in the sea
How the 'jibe' shook
Chan Chan felt sorry

Clear the path of straw
Because I want to sit
On that log I see and can't reach
From Alto Cedro I go to Marcané
I arrive in Cueto I go to Mayarí