She’s from Havana, he’s from New York
she dances tropical music, he likes rock
she sells kisses in a brothel, while he
studies at the UCLA
she’s sort of marxist, he’s a republican
she wants to be an artist, he hates cubans
he believes in the Statue of Liberty
and she in her old Havana full of solitude
He eats hamburgers, she rice with beans
he drinks champagne with strawberries, she a cuban mojito
she went on a tour to Yucatan, and he went on holidays to the same place
she’s mulatto from top to toe, he’s blond like the sun
she doesn’t speak english, and he doesn’ts speak spanish
he went for a drink without suspecting
he was about to find love in that place
What ideologies do to split humankind
can be joined in the name of love by affection threads
chorus
She moves her waist to the rhythm of tan tan
and he’s divorcing Uncle Sam
he seeks refuge in her skin, he wants it for him
and she’s forgetting Fidel
what did Lenin and Lincoln know about love?
what do Fidel and Clinton know about love?
She sits at his table
he shivers with excitement
her name is Teresa and his is John
she says “hola chico” and he answers “hello”
she doesn’t stop talking, he says “speak slow”
he put his flag away, she forgot the conflicts
he found a way to allow love come out
victorious
he held her hand and took her away
the yankee fell in love with the cuban
What ideologies do to split humankind
can be joined in the name of love by affection threads
chorus
Now they live in Paris, they found a neutral territory
she managed to become an actress, he’s a normal bloke
they walk hand in hand along the Champs Elysées
like someone who’s laughing at this planet and its prejudices