Te Venero

The flower that I cut
The flower that I cut
And a flower that I cut
They call it a pansy
It reminded me of the torments
Caused by a woman

But to Cuba I went
But to Cuba I went
To try my luck
Without any hope
And in Cuba I found one
And in giving her my love
She loved me like no other

Oh, beautiful Cuba, I worship you
Beautiful Cuba, I worship you
For your unparalleled beauty
For your unparalleled beauty
How beautiful you seemed to me
When I spoke to you at the dance
You seemed to me as someone else
More beautiful and precious
Than the coffee plant

Man is born, and at birth
Man is born, and at birth
He is destined to fall
Because he only comes
To a continuous suffering

One night when the moon
One night when the moon
Didn't give its beautiful light
Only a star
That illuminated my fortune
Without any hope
I reached the grave
And placed a dahlia
As proof of my love
Where lie the cold remains
Of the woman I adored
Where lie the cold remains
Of the woman I adored
Where lie the cold remains
Of the woman I adored