In the night in Cuba, a voice from your estancia
And the scent of roses that's your aroma
Sweeps down here and speaks Fragrancia
Speaking your and love's idiom
My whole self is filled with your loneliness
Even though you're away I own you here
Here in my soul, your splendour deep inside me
Where you are, flowers and scents are for me
Forgetful of me, I'm filled to the brim with you
Even though you hide and don't get me
Heavens! You finally came to the flower bed
The moon goes down, the guitar quiets down here