Saludos Compay

My beautiful region
Has something tender that I love
Behind its green mountains
The beautiful sun rises

The beautiful sun rises

Along the road, you see plantains
You see pastures, you see fields
And the country folks, oh, with an open hand
They greet each other, buddy

Buddy, buddy
Greetings, buddy

I planted a hundred yams
In a mountain that I cleared
I also planted coffee, oh
How beautifully it has grown

Buddy, buddy
Greetings, buddy

I like rainy weather
And not too much wind
To lay in bed, buddy
Until the weather clears up

Buddy, buddy
Greetings, buddy

I have nine kids
And all of them are early risers
The dogs bark and bark
The roosters crow and crow
And I become a dad

Buddy, buddy
Greetings, buddy
Where is my buddy
Greetings, buddy
Come here, my buddy

Greetings, buddy
Greetings, buddy

The term 'compay' refers to the way neighbors in Siboney greet each other, saying: 'greetings, buddy'

When it says 'I planted a hundred yams', it refers to a hundred yam plants