We lay by the ocean and smoked, steely-eyed
And I didn't want to think, it was so good
Our plane left in a week, and we ran away, we flew
Seven winter days with you
Here all the natives are just like our own country twenty years back
Such a red country, just like our own twenty years back
All these cars that we had forgotten about
Trucks and Buicks...
And my boots are still full of Cuban sand
And they do not know how delicious snow can be
They sing the way I'd like to sing for you
They dance the way I'd love to dance with you
We scratched backs and chests with Cuban stars
And envied those who shook hands with Jah
We smelled of rum, we dove into a hot winter night
We smelled of rum, loved each other, I slept on your shoulder...
And my boots are still full of Cuban sand
And they do not know how delicious snow can be
They sing the way I'd like to sing for you
They dance the way I'd love to dance with you
We returned to the dreary concrete dawn
And I didn't even think, each at our own address
I know there are other countries, but little by little they become the same
Seven winter days with you
And my boots are still full of Cuban sand
And they do not know how delicious snow can be
They sing the way I'd like to sing for you
They dance the way I'd love to dance with you
And we lay by the ocean and smoked...