I hear the voices
Echo from the sea
Dreaming in Cuban
On the subwayThe giant buildings and the snow
Are killing me
A New York winter full of SundaysI don't need thisQue 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
HialeahI don't need this
