Yo Soy El Punto Cubano

I am the Cuban point, who lived in the wilderness
When the mambi fought with the machete in hand
With the machete in hand

I have a sovereign power
That the savannah gave me, to sing to the morning
Offering my greetings to the palm tree, to the shield
And to my Cuban flag, and to my Cuban flag

That's why I sing to the flowers and the inspiring morning
I sing to beloved Cuba, the land of my loves
I sing to beloved Cuba, the land of my loves

I am the beautiful melody that in the countryside retreat
I always bring hope and joy to the peasant
Hope and joy

On a pilgrimage night, I inspire the troubadours
Singers and dancers, enjoy the tapping
And forget about Morpheus to pay me honors
To pay me honors

That's why I sing to the flowers and the inspiring morning
I sing to beloved Cuba, the land of my loves
I sing to beloved Cuba, the land of my loves

Now I find myself in Havana, where orchestras have enjoyed
Disguised in the cha-cha-cha, I put a Cuban note
I put a Cuban note

Here as in the savannah, my fraternal music
Comes from the sugarcane field
Representing the mambi, the land of Martí
And the national emblem
And the national emblem

That's why I sing to the flowers and the inspiring morning
I sing to beloved Cuba, the land of my loves
I sing to beloved Cuba, the land of my loves