Songs in The Film (in Order of Appearance)
- "Chan Chan" (Francisco Repilado)
- "Silencio" (Rafael Hernandez)
- "Chattanooga Choo Choo" (Harry Warren and Mack Gordon)
- "Dos Gardenias" (Isolina Carillo)
- "Veinte Años" (María Teresa Vera),
- "Y Tu Que Has Hecho?" (Eusebio Delfin),
- "Black Bottom" (Ray Henderson, Lew Brown and B. G. De Sylva)
- "Canto Siboney" (Ernesto Lecuona Casado),
- "El Carretero" (Jose "Guillermo Portabales" Quesada del Castillo)
- "Cienfuegos (tiene su guaguanco)" (Victor Lay)
- "Begin The Beguine" (Cole Porter)
- "Buena Vista Social Club" (Orestes Lopez, inventor of the mambo in 1937)
- "Mandinga" (also known as "Bilongo", Guillermo Rodriguez Fiffe)
- "Candela" (Faustino Oramas),
- "Chanchullo" (Israel "Cachao" Lopez, the father of Cachaito)
- "El Cuarto de Tula" (son/descarga, Sergio Siaba),
- "Guateque Campesino" (Celia Romero "Guateque"),
- "Nuestra Ultima Cita" (Forero Esther)
- "Quizás, Quizás, Quizás" (bolero by Oswaldo Farres).
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