Cuba No Se Fue de Mi

Listen Caribbean family, Orisha is in the house
And they were one, two, and three
The musketeers

My guitar no longer plays
Doesn't want to tune
Because it misses its countryman
Its stream and its palm grove
And for the time we have left
It's time to change
I will always sing
To the people of my land

I know I left Cuba
But I know Cuba didn't leave me
I carried my Yoruba faith
But my saints
My saints are still there
In that backyard
There there, there there
In that backyard
There there, there there

I was born in Havana
I grew up in Havana
Listening to Adalberto, the
Van Van and la Revé
Then I left
I won't deny that I left
But the world got to know Cuban rap here in Paris

The rest
The rest you already know
Yotuel, Ruso, Roldán, we were the key
To the Cuban, that was the clue
We changed the fate of music on the street
I know I left Cuba
But I know Cuba didn't leave me
I carried my Yoruba faith
But my saints
My saints are still there
In that backyard
There there, there there
In that backyard
There there, there there

Listen family
This sparrow is pecking at me
And my desire can't wait any longer
I'm going to the neighborhood to tour my whole island
From Pinar del Río to Santiago
And I'm going to take a break at my house
So my little sister can comb my hair
Thanking from the hill to France

My guitar no longer plays
Doesn't want to tune
Because it misses its countryman
Its stream and its palm grove
And for the time we have left
It's time to change
I will always sing
To the people of my land

I know I left Cuba
But I know Cuba didn't leave me
I carried my Yoruba faith
But my saints
My saints are still there
In that backyard

There's no life for the drugged ones here
(There there, there there)
In that backyard
I was born Orisha in the underground
(There there, there there)
In that backyard
Cuban style, bottle and rum
(There there, there there)

In that backyard
I come from where there's a river
(There there, there there)
In that backyard
To all the hustlers, riders, and pimps
(There there, there there)
In that backyard
The people with money, tobacco workers, gentlemen what's up
(There there, there there)
Everything in life has its daring price
(There there, there there)
In that backyard
Where Elegguá, Changó are covered
(I'm already there, I'm already there)