Loving guajira

If you go to Havana
don’t look at any girl from there
think of your first love
who you have left in Llucmajor.

When you are away
on the other side of the sea
you’ll see a dove
which will bring you a memory.

In the Havana beside the sea
I have my happiness
a young man that makes me sing
many songs night and day.

Wind of Tramontane
brings joy to my little body
because my little love
lives in the port of Havana.

If you go to Cuba
have fun my love
and, if you find other loves
think of what you have left behind.

If the sea became ink
and the fish golden paper
I would write a short note
to the love of my heart.