We saw the times.
We wrote the songs of cafe bars
We send our postcars saying wish you were here.
Then made
You see them in old Havana,
Playing cards, smoking cigares ...
And
We travelled along this road together
To live the day and
Strike up the fiddle, tune your guitar.
It's one more song
REFRAIN:
Some dreams are big, some dreams are small,
Some dreams are
Anna works at the hotel
Where all the singers hang out.
She
A stranger came in from the night
And he stood as
We sent our postcards saying wish you were here
then
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