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

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