Que Culpa Tengo Yo

If you love the white
Freedom of the doves
And the nostalgic joy of the waves
And in every part of your skin, the sun peeks
You’re from where I’m from
From where I’m from?
If ever a dreaming guitar
Made love to you under the troubadour moon
And in one or two sunrises you were the dawn
You’re from where I’m from
From where I’m from?
What fault is mine for that drum
That beats me down without mercy
What fault is mine for that insolence
To sweat the sun from my core
What fault is mine for this heat
That melted the country boy and the santera
What fault is mine for these hips
What fault is mine for this flavor
What fault is mine
For my blood rising
What fault is mine
For being born in Cuba