Ojala que llueva café
If only it would rain coffee in the fields,
and a shower of yucca and tea would fall,
from the sky a sprinkling of white cheese,
and in the south a mountain
of cress and honey.
oh, oh, oh-oh-oh...
If only it would rain coffee.
My folks are touching the homeland (Nicaragua) this Christmas and I wish I was a hideaway in their luggage.