Chan Chan [English translation]

From High Cedro, I head for Marcané

Then from Cueto I set out for Mayarí

The feelings I have for you

I cannot deny

My mouth waters

And I can't stop it

When Juanica and Chan Chan

Were sieving sand in the sea

As she shook the sieve

It hurt Chan Chan to watch her

Clear the way of straw

For I wish to sit myself down

On that tree-trunk I see

I can go no further

From High Cedro, I head for Marcané

Then from Cueto I set out for Mayarí