537 Cuba
Vengo de donde hay un ríoTabaco y cañaveralDonde el sudor del guajiroHace a la tierra soñar
Soy de Cuba lo que impusoY que se pegaY cuando llega no despega, pega, pegaLo que puso el ruso en el discursoQue Compay Segundo puso entre tus *sejas
Ahora la distancia queda!Now, the distance is left!
If i live from my mothertongueAnd calming my faithful sadnessHow do you want me to stopThe blood of my love and my countryThat runs through my veinsOld and new generationsOf heart, blood and lung.
There, far awayWhere the sun heats moreI have forgotten my heart, a stream and a palm groveI have left my dear native landMore than a year agoFor how much as i put my mind to somethingMy wound will not heal.
I come from a place where there is a riverTobacco and sugar-cane plantationWhere the sweat of the peasantMakes the land dream.
I miss my dear landDon’t even intent to talk about itIt’s on my mind, all the timeI have it present, understandThe heart that doesn’t lie to me, talks to me, brotherFloating, i put the handOn this world’s mapAnd from the bottom of my heart, i feel nostalgiaA strange feeling like sense of lossOf this distance that interposesThat i will return well, it’s supposedAnd this makes me the happiest man, for a second.Compay Segundo has sung it, and me againListen to the moan of my people, boyGood, i’ll explain it to youHundred per cent Cuban prototype.
I will pull out my heartAnd i will wait for my returnFor pulling it out one more timeAnd put it in my chest.
I come from a place where there is a riverTobacco and sugar-cane plantationWhere the sweat of the peasantMakes the land dream.
I come from a place where there is a riverTobacco and sugar-cane plantationWhere the sweat of the peasantMakes the land dream.
Cayo Hueso, San LeopordoVuena Vista, MiramarAlamar, La VictoriaHabana Vieja, Barrio NuevoBejucalWhere are you my Rampa?The sun that sings, the CathedralThe imposing building risesIn the ear of this voices23 and 12, Vedado, Paseo del PradoYour lions side one by oneAre part of my traditionsMy emotionsYou are my CubaLike you, nobody elseCaviosile, i am YorubaNo doubt!(Of course!)If i cry is because i miss itNot seeing my MalecónMy friends from the neighbourhoodThe ones that were born with meThe ones that played with meRemembering them without having them, makes me sufferYear after year i dream about seeing again those friends that i yearned forYour smell of the countryside when it rainsThe Morro, Cañonazo of the NuevesThe one that loves you, never dies, never, never.
I come from a place where there is a riverTobacco and sugar-cane plantationWhere the sweat of the peasantMakes the land dream.
I come from a place where there is a riverTobacco and sugar-cane plantationWhere the sweat of the peasantMakes the land dream.
I come from a place where there is a riverTobacco and sugar-cane plantationWhere the sweat of the peasantMakes the land dream.
I come from a place where there is a riverTobacco and sugar-cane plantationWhere the sweat of the peasantMakes the land dream.