Cuba Isla Bella (feat. Gente de Zona, Leoni Torres, Isaac Delgado, Buena Fe, Descemer Bueno, Laritza Bacallao, Waldo Mendoza & Pedrito Martinez.)

Land, here my song was born, my flag
Smiles that sneak in through the balcony door
On that journey that brings me back today

Far away, you don't know how much I miss
The noise of my town and the caress of that sea
When I'm not with you, I invent you (I invent you)

I bring my heart rusted
I need a string
My soul needs a transfusion
Blood from my land

I return to the cradle that saw me born
I return to this neighborhood that saw me run
What I was, what I am, and will be, for my beautiful island

I have returned to the refuge that calms the pain
And I return to the memory of the first love
What I was, what I am, and will be, for my beautiful island

And I was surprised by the need to expand the soul
I was advised, from the heart of mom and dad
The Caribbean has invited you, family, pass everything with respect
If this arrived without pretext, a slow songo Orishas has given it to you.

Slow
The marks are telling me that time
Is like a passenger who gets on your train
And announces that life is a moment
Alalale lalá

They say
The old men on the corner always say
No matter what you have, if when getting off
At the station, one always returns to their roots

I bring my heart rusted
I need a string
My soul needs a transfusion
Blood from my land

I return to the cradle that saw me born
I return to this neighborhood that saw me run
What I was, what I am, and will be, for my beautiful island

I have returned to the refuge that calmed the pain
And I return to the memory of the first love
What I was, what I am, and will be, for my beautiful island
(Cuba, you are the most beautiful)

I will never lose my identity
In the safe, I have a present of where I come from
Perhaps you can understand me
Because to tell the truth, my treasure is in the roots
That run under my skin

They are the ones that mark their texture and those same ones
Make me different until the grave
That's why I, today I come to
Leave here, the movement of my waist

Today I invite you to walk in the backyards of Havana
So you can see them for yourself
Today I invite you to walk in the backyards of Havana
So you can see them for yourself, that...

Everyone here is born with their own rhythm
Mine slowly, and halfway, halfway
You take it easy and don't get agitated
Because the night is long and the party has started

I return to the cradle that saw me born
I return to this neighborhood that saw me run
What I was, what I am, and will be, for my beautiful island