Tap-dance
"Catalí" has now left
And is on his way to Havana
With his calico trousers*
And waistcoat of xalí**.
To get to Veracruz
They have to go through Havana
Give me your hand, Joana,
God knows if we’ll see each other again.
Liquor, tobacco and wine
The fishermen wanted
They also wanted you
Angel face.
Writer/s: Popular mallorquina, Popular cubana
