Fragancia

In Cuba's night, a voice from your place
and the scent of roses that’s your perfume
sweeps down here and speaks, oh Fragrance
speaks your language and love's tune
All of me is filled with your loneliness
though you’re gone, I still have you here
here in my soul, your glory shines
blooms and scents wherever you are
Lost in myself, I’m filled to the brim with you
even though you hide and don’t come near
Heaven! You still came to the flower bed!
The moon goes down... The guitar falls silent here.