I hear the voices

Echo from the sea

Dreaming in cuban

On the subway



The giant buildings and the snow

Are killing me

A new york winter full of sundays



I don't need this



Que 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

Hialeah



I don't need this