Para mi Hermosa Habañera, The stars shine in your eyes Your necklace and your cheap perfume Just add lusrre to your skies Your faith remains Despite the pains Of your embargoed ports Oh you island dove With a heart of love And no fear of the North. Mdybe it will rain ...Love. ...Trouble in the desert Caught berween the rules Dark eyes and d hidden smile, wonder, "Whos that fool?" Siolen choices And smothered voices Mutilated smooth Your perfect form Jusr the way you're born Gives birih to every move. Mdybe it will rain ...Love The wind is from Africa Where virtue reigns in black Moonlit eyes reach out to us... and What do we give back? The same was done To our first ones Our fathers sickness killed Now their ghostly cries Arrange the skies The clouds are negrly fii|ed... Mgybe it wiil rain ...Love Mgybe it will rain. Love.