Siento La Nostalgia De Palmeras

I feel the nostalgia of palm trees
dancing a danzón in the breeze
nostalgia of a blue and green sea
with the warmth of hands that caress

I feel the nostalgia of palm trees
of a greenery that intoxicates the senses
longing for inhabited mountains
by the flowers that were in paradise

I feel the nostalgia of my land
in an intense way, in an eternal way
because until the day I return
I will always be a foreigner, I will always be a foreigner

I feel the nostalgia of palm trees
of a greenery that intoxicates the senses
longing for inhabited mountains
by the flowers that were in paradise

I feel the nostalgia of my land
in an intense way, in an eternal way
because until the day I return
I will always be a foreigner, I will always be a foreigner

I feel the nostalgia of palm trees
swaying in the wind like a handkerchief
saying goodbye to me, when I left
when they see me arrive they will recognize me...
and they will greet me on the day of my return