It Could Be

We lay and smoked ocean in steely eyes .
And even not want to think , it was just so good .
Our plane a week later, we got away , fly away
With you , winter, seven days.

Here are native if our country twenty years ago.
This red country like ours twenty years ago.
These cars here , we have forgotten about these ,
Trucks and Buicks ...

And in my shoes still Cuban sand.
And they do not know how tasty could be snow .
They sing as much as I 'd like to sing for you.
They dance as much as I would like to dance with you .

We Cuban Stars scratched back and chest
And envied those who shook hands with Jah
We smelled of rum , we dived into the hot winter night
We smelled rum , loved each other , I was asleep on your shoulder ...

And in my shoes still Cuban sand.
And they do not know how tasty could be snow .
They sing as much as I 'd like to sing for you.
They dance as much as I would like to dance with you .

We went back to the dawn particularly dull .
And not even think like everyone in their address.
I know there are other countries , but little by little will be equal
You , winter, seven days.

And in my shoes still Cuban sand.
And they do not know how tasty could be snow .
They sing as much as I 'd like to sing for you.
They dance as much as I would like to dance with you .

And we lay and smoked ...