Un Son Para Cuba

If the deep sea silenced its pains
the hopes were raised by the land
these landed on the coast
they were arms and fists of fight.

Fidel Castro with fifteen of his own
and with freedom went down to the arena
down to the arena,
Fidel,
with freedom,
Fidel.

The island was dark as mourning
but they raised the light as a flag
they had no weapons other than dawn
and this still slept under the earth.

Mothers bid farewell to their sons
t he peasant recounted his sorrow
and the free army of the poor
grew and grew like the full moon.

While the movement of the free
moved like the wind through the meadows
it shook the furrows of the island
it rose above the sea like a planet.

Fidel Castro with fifteen of his own
and with freedom went down to the arena
down to the arena,
Fidel,
with freedom,
Fidel,
and Che Guevara.
Fidel,
and with Camilo,
Fidel,
also Raúl,
Fidel,
and all the people,
Fidel,
Latin American,
Fidel...