Sana, sana colito de rana
Si, no sanas hoy
Bueno sana mañana
Mañana, mañana
Lo que dice Havana
Si, no paso hoy
Paso mañana
15 Cuban minutes
Fairly safe to say
Can feel more like an hour
Or the entire day
In the land where time means nothing
Not hard to slip away
El Diablo baila sábado
Y los curas on Sunday
15 Cuban minutes
The end is out of sight
So, I'll meet you by the cannon
On the Malecón tonight
It started in Havana
In 1921
On the schooner Chiquimula
Where a party had begun
Primer cumpleaños
For a tiny lad at sea
And in my heart, is still
That faded photo of J.D.
Signal flags were flying
Atop the entire fleet
What a rhumba band from Santiago
Played the birthday boy to sleep
That's the tale was told to me
A seadog nursery rhyme
And the music that was handed down
From a long forgotten time
15 Cuban minutes
Can get lost in the fog
Life's a test, just do your best
Like a three-legged dog
In the land where time means nothing
You can often lose your mind
Now place your bets, or better yet
Just join a conga line
15 minutes
Can turn night into day
They're dancin' on the tables
Down at El Frente
Another entry in the log
My mind put to a test
When we sailed with the Hemingways
On a schooner from Key West
They'd come to make a movie
'Bout long forgotten times
See old friends, drink some rum
And visit family shrines
So how the hell did we wind up
Just taggin' right along
They were lookin' for a soundtrack
And heard one of my songs
So I sang Havana Daydreamin'
Just me and my guitar
To some very stern KGB guys
Tryin' to blend in at the bar
So for 15 Cuban minutes
La bodega did ignite
Bongos y tumbadoras
Kept us up all night
Mojitos by the minute
Crowd stacked at the door
Niños, dogs and roosters
Frolicked on the floor
15 Cuban minutes
Lots of give and take
Birthdays always come and go
But not a birthday cake
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15 Cuban minutes
Are easy to embrace
No calendars or watch to wind
No schedules to chase
In the land where time means nothing
This phrase it cries, delay
Put it on a t-shirt
And everyone will pay
You say minutos Cubanos
Dejace la drama
Aqui no hay AC
Solo la ventana
Music makes us happy
It's in our chromosomes
No matter where we wander
The music takes us home
It started on the island
Dispersed by sweet song birds
Who flew north 'cross the Gulf Stream
And everybody heard
Now the clock just keeps on tickin'
I hear it everywhere I go
And I sing along in cars and bars
Along Calles Ocho
God bless Ricky Ricardo
And little Ricky too
They set my mind on island time
How about you?
The Greeks and the Egyptians
Had sundials in the sand
Now we have atomic clocks
That measure the Big Bang
Still I prefer the simple way
Let's take it to the street
More walkin' and less talkin'
Tap time with your feet
15 Cuban minutes
Still stands the test of time
Like a Salas photograph
Or a Kenneth Patchen rhyme
If you're looking for a launch pad
No news just hearsay
Don't bother with the Wi-Fi
Fuck Siri, ask Jośe
15 Cuban minutes
There's no end in sight
I'll meet you by the cannon
On the Malecón tonight
Sana, sana colita de rana
Si, no sanas hoy
Bueno sana mañana
Mañana, mañana
Lo que dice Havana
Si, no paso hoy
Paso mañana