Camino a Camagüey

Lend me ten bucks
'cause fate's playing tricks on me
placing me far away from here.
Tomorrow is when I move
and catch the milk train to a province
new to me.
A distant friend,
writer and comedian,
asks me to whisper
the lyrics of his drama
and here I go eagerly
to help out.

I'm crossing valleys,
stopping at Patey,
noticing a thousand details,
on the road to Camagüey.

I'm imagining songs,
going the way I prefer,
aboard the charm,
dreaming of the future.

Tell the one you know
and tell her I left the key
where it usually is.
See if she comes around
and clears her head
while I'm back at work.
The only bitterness
that leads me to adventure
is this annoying misunderstanding.
Go and tell her that's why
when I left, it was a kiss
in my song.

I'm crossing valleys...

I'm imagining songs,
going the way I prefer,
aboard the charm,
dreaming of the future,
dreaming of the future,
dreaming of the future.