Dr. Charas

I wanna see again what no one else has seen
And resurrect with the magic of its spell
I wanna wake up where they only offer wine
And reflect on what hasn't been told to me yet

Aaahhhh and feel the wind on my face
Aaahhhh I'm blue when it rains in Havana
Sweet smell of honey with fury, cinnamon stick
Being undisciplined only fools the hangovers
Watching the sunrise holding a guitar
That carries Dr. Charas tattooed on its skin

Aaahhhh and feel the wind on my face
Ah I'm blue when it rains in Havana
Aaahhhh and feel the wind on my face
Aaahhhh I'm blue when it rains in Havana
When it rains in Havana
When it rains in Havana
When it rains in papaya