Chan Chan [English translation]

From Alto Cedro I'm heading for Marcané

I'm reaching Cueto I'm heading for Mayarí

The affection I have for you

I can't deny

My drool is flowing

I can't help it

Every time Juanica and Chan Chan

were sifting sand at sea

the way she shook that "sifter"

gave Chan Chan a "hard" time

Clear that "bushy path"

because I want to lay it down

in some hollow log I see

and this way I can't come

From Alto Cedro I'm heading for Marcané

I'm reaching Cueto I'm heading for Mayarí