Havana, 午后的鐘聲搖碎熱浪

我踩著舊石板，像你掌心般發(fā)燙

雪茄的尾音纏繞耳旁，似你低語沒講

月色在Malecón墜成金粉，我拾不起的悵惘

若風(fēng)能折返一九年的巷，請(qǐng)?zhí)嫖椅悄憔髲?qiáng)的肩膀

棕櫚影里，名字一喊就疼，心跳仍拍在加勒比的鼓上

我留在沒有你的Havana，讓浪潮一遍遍把諾言洗成空響

Havana, moonlit whispers, your name rolls like rum on my tongue

Old Chevrolets crawl through balconies of neon mariposa

Your cigar smoke braids my hair, I wear you like a guayabera

Salsa heartbeats drum the cobblestones, we spin until the sea blushes

Malecón waves keep calling, keep calling, keep calling me back

In your arms the night dissolves to azúcar, I forget every goodbye

Havana, dulce pesadilla, I’m chained to your salty lullaby