Cuba, Cuba, cubana
Legalize Marijuana!

Cuba, Cuba, cubana
Legalize Marijuana!

I can see the sad state of Cuba:
elderly Fidel with his white stricken beard,
sunny socialism which is just a ghost of childhood,
just a ghost of childhood.
I would love to become the Heavenly President of Cuba ...
Mother would be so happy,
and mother is sacred to me.

Cuba, Cuba, cubana
Legalize Marijuana!

Cuba the heart of West Indies
is firmly locked and confined to itself,
Jamaica is near,
they are dancing there to reggae.
Same climate and marijuana:
the land of Rastaman.
The ship is speeding in full sail
right up to Heavens in a supernatural way.

Cuba, Cuba, cubana
Legalize Marijuana!

Crazy wind in the torn apart sea
look at the master flyer, give him his due
(The bearded Fidel has deceived everyone)
he hanged out the sun, but it isn't fun
Oh, Jah Rastafari!
Make your choice for I and I.

Cuba, Cuba, cubana
Legalize Marijuana!

... hanged out the sun, but it isn't fun ...

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