Tiempos de ayer
Grupo Niche
Times of Yesterday
No one’s catching fish
by hand anymore
those good times
are gone, there’s nothing left
The dull sky
spreads sadness
not even tobacco
is smoked anymore
The honey that came
from the ripe fruits
is an old tale
no point in searching for it
If there’s a grandma
worth a hundred to save
it’s useless, they charge you
just to ask
The swallows
can’t rest anymore
the park tree
had to be cut down
Beautiful landscapes
that made you dream
now there are few reasons
you can count on your fingers
The parades
in the streets to see
there’s a lot of time
we need to rewind
Today the tyrant
holds all the power
we’re just standing
not even doing our duty
From the riches
all we have left is skin
with our heads held high
let’s try to hold on
Francisco, let’s pray
Francisco, let’s sing
if this keeps going
it’s sure to end
Francisco, let’s pray
Francisco, let’s sing
if this keeps going
it’s sure to end
They say my town
is dying
that no one’s doing anything
that it’s stuck in the past
And I, powerless
in my struggle
that has no echo
that sinks me in pain
The truth is that
my town is dying
and no one’s doing shit
The truth is that
my town is dying
and no one’s doing shit
The truth
A truth that denies
the spirit,
the hope
For real
And the whole world
knows it’s not fair
the scale
The truth
If it’s possible,
if it’s possible
with my blood
I will spill my blood
For real
I will return
I will return
to my beautiful Cuba
I will return
The truth is that
my town is dying
and no one’s doing shit
The truth is that
my town is dying
and no one’s doing shit
The truth is that
my town is dying
and no one’s doing shit
The truth
A truth that can’t be forgotten
truth, truth, truth
For real
And you like me
have to wake up
And you like me
The truth
And you like me
have to wake up
And you like me
For real
So we can eat
fresh cassava
without cold onions
The truth is that
my town is dying
and no one’s doing shit
They say, they say, they say
that my town is dying
that no one’s doing anything
that it’s stuck in the past
And I, powerless
in my struggle
that has no echo
that sinks me in pain
