II + 

Los Cigarillos + 

This is the land of the dark-eyed gente, + 

Of the dolce far niente, + 

Where we dream away + 

Both the night and day, + 

At night-time in sleep our dreams we invoke, + 

Our dreams come by day through the redolent smoke, + 

As it lazily curls, + 

And slowly unfurls + 

From our lips, + 

And the tips + 

Of our fragrant cigarillos. + 

For life in the tropics is only a joke, + 

So we pass it in dreams, and we pass it in smoke, + 

Smoke⁠—smoke⁠—smoke. + 

Tropical constitutions + 

Call for occasional revolutions; + 

But after that’s through, + 

Why there’s nothing to do + 

But smoke⁠—smoke; + 

For life in the tropics is only a joke, + 

So we pass it in dreams, and we pass it in smoke, + 

Smoke⁠—smoke⁠—smoke. + 