537 Cuba

I come from where there's a river
Tobacco and sugarcane
Where the sweat of the farmer
Makes the land dream

I'm from Cuba
What drives me
And sticks with me
And when it arrives
It won't let go
It sticks, sticks like what Ruzzo said
In the speech
That Compay Segundo put
Between your eyebrows

Now the distance remains

If I'm living off my tongue and calming my faithful sadness
How do you want me to stop
The blood of love and homeland that runs through my veins
Generations old and new of heart, blood, and lungs

Far away where the sun shines brighter
I left my heart, a stream, and a palm grove
I left my beloved homeland over a year ago
No matter how much I try, my wound won't heal

I come from where there's a river
Tobacco and sugarcane
Where the sweat of the farmer
Makes the land dream

I miss my beloved land
Don't even try to talk about it
It's always on my mind
I keep it present, you understand
My heart speaks to me, it doesn't lie, brother
I float around, passing my hand: Hand
Over the map of this world
And from deep in my heart, I feel nostalgia
A strange feeling like longing
For this distance
That gets in the way
That I will return, or so it's supposed
And that makes me the happiest man for a second
Compay Segundo already sang it
And I again hear the lament of my people, man
Let me explain it to you
Cuban one hundred percent, prototype

I'll rip out my heart and wait for my return
To put it back again in my chest

I come from where there's a river
Tobacco and sugarcane
Where the sweat of the farmer
Makes the land dream

Key West
Saliom Pordo
Buenavista
Miramar
Alamar
La Victoria
Old Havana
Barrio Nuevo
Bejucal
Where are you, my Rampa?
The sun that sings
The cathedral
The Capitol rises in the ear of these voices
23 and 12
Vedado
Paseo del Prado
Your lions side by side
Are part of my traditions
My emotions
You are my Cuba
Like no other
Kabiosile
I'm Yoruba
Let there be no doubt
That if I cry, it's because I miss it
Not seeing my Malecón
My friends from my neighborhood
Those who were born with me
Those who played with me
Remembering them without having them hurts me
Year after year
I dream of seeing again
These friends I longed for
The color of the countryside when it rains
El Morro, cannon shot at nine
The one who loves you never dies
No, never, never

I come from where there's a river
Tobacco and sugarcane
Where the sweat of the farmer
Makes the land dream