Cuba Africa - Al Di Meola, Леонид Агутин

Like a story with no end

(If only I can change it now)

Sometimes…

It is easy to pretend,

Hard to understand yourself,

Spinning up your dreams, yeah,

Making up your mind,

My friend…

Have I ever held her hand?

Have I ever met with you?

Don’t know…

Life is running ocean sand,

Nothing ever will remind

Emptiness behind me…

Questions of any kind

In my mind.

Ah-ah.

Wonder what’s your name,

Cuba Africa,

Cuba Africa.

Ah-ah.

Wonder what’s your name,

Cuba Africa,

Cuba Africa.

Cuba Africa,

Cuba Africa.

Should we stay or should we go,

Asking what was right or wrong

Before.

She was gone so long ago

And I never found the door

Leaving for myself, yeah-yeah-yeah,

And ordinary life,

My friend.

Ah-ah.

Wonder what’s your name,

Cuba Africa,

Cuba Africa.

Ah-ah.

Wonder what’s your name,

Cuba Africa,

Cuba Africa.

Ah-ah.

Wonder what’s your name,

Cuba Africa.

Hey,

I wonder, I wonder,

Wonder what’s your name,

Cuba Africa.

Ah-ah.

Wonder what’s your name,

Cuba Africa.

Ah-ah.

Wonder what’s your name,

Cuba Africa,

Cuba Africa.

Ah-ah.

Wonder what’s your name,

Cuba Africa.

Ah-ah.

Wonder what’s your name,

Cuba Africa.

Cuba Africa.