Dreaming In Cuban

I hear the voices

Echo from the sea

Dreaming in Cuban

On the subway

The giant buildings and the snow

Are killing me

A New York winter full of Sundays

I don't need this

Que pasa hijo

You look so pale and sad

Que te hesist a tu pelo

En mi Cuba

Quiero morir

Esto no es

Una vida

En mi Cuba

Quiero Morir

O por lo meno

Hialeah

I don't need this