The cigar smoke rings floating above my head
It's been raining for days, from the bar to my bed
The blackbirds play and sing under the varanda
The music is passion from the Cubano banda

Another patron witha cigar
Says it Sunny in Havana
And there's a flight at midnight
On an airstrip on the savanah

Lets go to Havana

A traves de la tormenta
Everything's got to be done
Arriesganda vidas
to feel the sun on her skin

I want to see her dress under the sol
And the moonlight on her shoulders, strolling along the shore
Por favor, this rain at our heels
Let's take off of this jungle and see what the sky reveals
Going to Havana
Going to Havana