This is Havana
     The night before the revolution
     Carlos Romero Pambo plays the symphony
     For latin piano
     Popping corks and blasting bullets
     La Habanera dances in the streets
     And like every night
     [bad word] sells peanuts
     Outside the Tropicana Club

     Don't ask me why
     Life is one day
     La Habanera
     La Habanera
     She dances on the street at night
     La Habanera
     La Habanera
     She is ready for a fight

     Don't ask my why

     [bad word] 
     The former informer of the secret police
     Is still standing outside the club
     Pretending to be blind
     He watches the last plane to Miami
     Disappearing in a flaming purple sky
     Now he knows
     He has been left behind

     Don't ask me why
     Life is one day
     La Habanera
     La Habanera
     She dances under street lights
     La Habanera
     La Habanera
     She is ready for a fight