S.O.S Cuba

My eyes are crying for my land
The land where I was born
I ask for peace and not war
The homeland that Martí dreamed of

Blood flows when there is war
One dies when it's time to die
Hatred, hunger, and poverty
And a people fighting to live

(Long live free Cuba!)
(Long live freedom!)

If I have to die for my land, I will die
And if I have to take to the streets, I will go
As a Cuban, I will represent her
From Miami and wherever I may be

I will fight, I will fight
If I have to die for my Cuba, I will die
I will fight, I will fight
For the blood of my people, I will sing

(Where are my Cubans?)
(Long live free Cuba!)

And this won't stop
It continues and continues
Until hunger ends
And the poverty that is lived

For the living, for the dead
So the world doesn't forget
I will keep singing
Until Cuba is free

I will fight, I will fight
If I have to die for my Cuba, I will die
I will fight, I will fight
For the blood of my people, I will sing

Representing Cuban music
Representing the artists
If I have to shout: Down!
The communist regime (Down!)

From ninety miles away
Let it be heard everywhere
If I say Diaz Canel
You say: Get lost!

Hands up, Cuba!