Niñito Cubano

This is dedicated to those who know how to love
To those who are the hope of the world
Especially to the Cuban children, it's the village

I, I... another morning, the sun enters through your window
An awakening identical to yesterday
Duty calls, you jump out of bed and know what comes next
An empty bread, some cold liquid because at your age you no longer receive milk
You say goodbye and go to school reluctantly
With the backpack from last year, and the year before, even the previous one
Because you understand, dad is a worker, you live in a blocked country, etc. etc. etc.
So many around you and you have no idea why the situation is like this
It's not the same with all your friends
You've started to think that someone has it out for you
You're worn out, I know
You're 10 but your size says you're 8 and your face 12
And you don't know the conceptual meaning
But your image is enough to explain what a special period is
Finally, the view is overwhelming
Same uniforms but the class difference is obvious
Another day they'll check your bag
Because a pencil from one of the Powerpuff Girls got lost
They talk about nothing but Pokémon
Your classmates play with toys, you with your imagination
The pressure makes your teacher lose patience
Because they demand more each time and the salary is crap
Truth is, you won't play today, you'll pray, there's no physical education
Your sneakers can't handle another turn, you wait for recess time
To eat what the spoiled rich kid next to you doesn't want
You long for everything of theirs, the need with you was timely and took the place of pride
Destroyed and left your innocence empty
Only desires remain, shattered dreams, and you borrow childhood from another
Long distance to happiness, a steep path
Child with adult problems
And a question you can't answer
Cuban child, what do you plan to do

Chorus:
No matter how hard you try, you can't be happy anymore
You can't find the solution to your pain and
You always feel alone at home
With you dies the hope of a country
Everyone is like that with you, it's not fair
Your childhood carries adult problems
Today I wonder and no one can answer
Cuban child, what do you plan to do

Once again the bell at 4:20 announces you
You face the afternoon again with a dirty shirt
The teacher doesn't say your name and you understand
That like yesterday, neither mom nor dad will come to pick you up
What bad luck, you look at Martí's bust and ask
If you give me gold, why is everyone like this with me?
You leave there downcast, under the sorrow
That you don't have a key and must go to grandpa's house
Grandpa who is older and only opens his mouth to say
That you're another burden that sours him and it's not his turn
Everything bothers him, yes, you don't even move your eyes
Eyes that want to cry and are red from holding back
Dad arrives, witnesses another argument
That you finally end without knowing whose fault it is
He pretends, pretends there wasn't a fight
And you, to help, show a smile you don't want to give
I don't have to do the homework, you say happily
While I was waiting for you, I did them at school
Finally, you get home, mom isn't there and you suspect
That you have to heat the water and the food isn't cooked
Your lonely worm makes noise, it has eaten little
And to top it off, there are no little toys, the TV is broken
Mom enters tired but doesn't kiss you
She goes straight to the kitchen and drops the bags because they're heavy
They start to talk quietly
Those who taught you to be quiet when adults talk
You understand there are 4, them, you, and your sadness
That like a ghost sits next to you at the table
You think you're not interesting, you think love
Depends on a carton of eggs in the refrigerator
The bitter taste of disillusion steps on you
While your childhood slips away through a payment channel
Another day you go to bed without a story
You understand that being a parent isn't easy in these times
That love has no age, and neither does need, and that you are another
Cuban child with shattered dreams

Chorus:
No matter how hard you try, you can't be happy anymore
You can't find the solution to your pain and
You always feel alone at home
With you dies the hope of a country
Everyone is like that with you, it's not fair
Your childhood carries adult problems
Today I wonder and no one can answer
Cuban child, what do you plan to do

Yes, villager and the b
Real 70, 2009
The rest, let the pencil with the music tell you
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