Canción de Pablo

I'll stay in Spain, buddy-
You told me with a loving gesture.
And finally, without your thundering warrior building
In the grass of Spain, you have stayed.

In a way dressed in preclara,
You have lost the feathers and kisses
With the Spanish sun on your face
And the one from Cuba in your bones.

Before Pablo, the days already abstain and don't walk.
Don't fear that his blood will extinguish without purpose
Because he is one of the dead who grow and enlarge
Even though time ravages his giant skeleton.