537 Cuba

I come from where there is a river
Tobacco and sugarcane fields
Where the sweat of the farmer
Makes the land dream

I am from Cuba what drives
And sticks,
And when it arrives, it doesn't take off,
It sticks, sticks what the ruzzo put
In the speech
That Compay Segundo put between your eyebrows

Now the distance remains!

If I am living from my tongue
And calming my faithful sadness
How do you want me to stop
The blood of love and homeland
That runs through my veins,
Old and new generations
Of heart, blood, and lung

Far away
Where the sun shines the most
I forgot my heart, a stream and a palm grove
I left my beloved homeland
More than a year ago
No matter how hard I try
My wound won't close

I come from where there is a river
Tobacco and sugarcane fields
Where the sweat of the farmer
Makes the land dream

I come from where there is a river
Tobacco and sugarcane fields
Where the sweat of the farmer
Makes the land dream

I miss my beloved land
Don't even try to talk about it
It's always on my mind
I keep it present, understand
My heart speaks to me, it doesn't lie to me, brother
I float around, passing my hand, hand
Over the map of this world
And from the depths of my heart I feel nostalgia
A strange sensation like longing
From this distance that stands in between
That I will return is well assumed
And that makes me the happiest man for a second
Compay Segundo sang it and I again
Listen to the complaint of my people, boy
I'll explain it to you well
Cuban one hundred percent prototype

I will tear out my heart
And wait for my return
To put it back again
And place it in my chest

I come from where there is a river
Tobacco and sugarcane fields
Where the sweat of the farmer
Makes the land dream

I come from where there is a river
Tobacco and sugarcane fields
Where the sweat of the farmer
Makes the land dream

Key West, Saliom Pordo
Buenavista, Miramar
Alamar, La Victoria
Habana Vieja, Barrio Nuevo
Bejucal
Where are you, my Rampa?
The sun that sings, The Cathedral
The Capitol rises
In the ear of these voices
23 and 12, Vedado, Paseo del Prado
Your lions side by side
Are part of my traditions
My emotions
It's you, my Cuba
Like no other
Kabiosile, I am Yoruba
No doubt remains (Anja!)
If I cry, it's because I miss her
Not seeing my Malecón
To my friends from my area
Those who were born with me
Those who played with me
Remembering them without having them hurts me
Year after year I dream of seeing those friends I longed for
Color of the countryside when it rains
El Morro, Cannon shot at Nine
He who loves you never dies
No, never, never

I come from where there is a river
Tobacco and sugarcane fields
Where the sweat of the farmer
Makes the land dream

I come from where there is a river
Tobacco and sugarcane fields
Where the sweat of the farmer
Makes the land dream

I come from where there is a river
Tobacco and sugarcane fields
Where the sweat of the farmer
Makes the land dream

I come from where there is a river
Tobacco and sugarcane fields
Where the sweat of the farmer
Makes the land dream