There is a sound, there is a flow
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There is a son that is heard in Havana
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There is a sound, there is a flow
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There is a son that is heard in Havana
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Hey me! |
I come from Havana working small, palliating
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in time without a key or anything
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I come with my black boleros,
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rumberos, santeros, tambourines, congueros, babagua
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Tell me what will happen don't cry for me when I die I don't want flowers
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Old epitaph: Here lies the black who was long among
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the many and first among the pioneers Knight
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There is a sound, there is a flow
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There is a son that is heard in Havana
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There is a sound, there is a flow
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There is a sound that can be heard
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There is a sound, there is a flow
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There is a son that is heard in Havana
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There is a sound, there is a flow
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There is a son that is heard in Havana
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I have a son full of rhythms and feelings
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It gets inside you like my guitar does
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Like spring makes flowers on your wings
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It will release the sorrows, and it will fill you with desire!
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There is a sound, there is a flow
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There is a son that is heard in Havana
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There is a sound, there is a flow
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There is a sound that can be heard
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There is a sound, there is a flow
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There is a son that is heard in Havana
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There is a sound, there is a flow
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There is a son that is heard in Havana
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My music a black from the cradle,
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Orishas culture, Yoruba essence Carabalí!
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My Son Fonk Street calls you Havana
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My rumba does not stop here
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If you want this, don't stop body
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And if you're still slow, smoke me this
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I don't want stories or flirt chama
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rumba the rumba, rumba pulls
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There is a sound, there is a flow
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There is a son that is heard in Havana
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There is a sound, there is a flow
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There is a sound that can be heard
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There is a sound, there is a flow
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There is a son that is heard in Havana
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There is a sound, there is a flow
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There is a son that is heard in Havana
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Come truap brau take a look
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Man and bass straight to the pot
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I'm in law, today I took a breik, paper man
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If the rumba is not like yesterday
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You saw how he walks, he dominates you, he rolls up, man don't lose the medicine
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Your pupils get jammed
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It's time to change the batteries
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There is a sound, there is a flow
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There is a son that is heard in Havana
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There is a sound, there is a flow
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There is a sound that can be heard
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There is a sound, there is a flow
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There is a son that is heard in Havana
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There is a sound, there is a flow
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There is a son that is heard in Havana |