A cuba

If I were to sing to Cuba,
I would sing a song,
it would have to be a son,
a revolutionary son,
foot with foot, hand in hand,
heart to heart,
heart to heart,
foot with foot, hand in hand,
how you speak to a brother,
if you want me, here I am
what more can I offer you
but to continue your example?
Commander, companion,
long live your revolution!

If you want to meet Martí and Fidel,
to Cuba, to Cuba, to Cuba I will go
if you want to know the paths of Che,
to Cuba, to Cuba, to Cuba I will go
if you want to drink rum but without Coca Cola,
to Cuba, to Cuba, to Cuba I will go
if you want to work in the sugar cane,
to Cuba, to Cuba, to Cuba I will go
in a little boat the sway goes,
to Cuba, to Cuba, to Cuba I will go
if you want to meet Martí and Fidel,
to Cuba, to Cuba, to Cuba I will go

If I were to sing to Cuba,
I would sing a song,
it would have to be a son,
a revolutionary son,
foot with foot, hand in hand,
heart to heart.
Since I don't play the son
but I play the guitar,
which is right in the battle
of our revolution,
it will be the same as the son
that made the gringos dance,
but we are not guajiros,
our sierra is the choice.

If you want to meet Martí and Fidel,
to Cuba, to Cuba, to Cuba I will go
if you want to know the paths of Che,
to Cuba, to Cuba, to Cuba I will go
if you want to drink rum but without Coca Cola,
to Cuba, to Cuba, to Cuba I will go
if you want to work in the sugar cane,
to Cuba, to Cuba, to Cuba I will go
in a little boat the sway goes,
to Cuba, to Cuba, to Cuba I will go
if you want to meet Martí and Fidel,
if you want to know the paths of Che,
to Cuba, to Cuba, to Cuba I will go... getting lost.