537 Cuba lyrics

Vengo de donde hay un río

Tabaco y cañaveral

Donde el sudor del guajiro

Hace a la tierra soñar

Soy de Cuba lo que impuso

Y que se pega

Y cuando llega no despega, pega, pega

Lo que puso el ruso en el discurso

Que Compay Segundo puso entre tus *sejas

Ahora la distancia queda!

Now, the distance is left!

If i live from my mothertongue

And calming my faithful sadness

How do you want me to stop

The blood of my love and my country

That runs through my veins

Old and new generations

Of heart, blood and lung.

There, far away

Where the sun heats more

I have forgotten my heart, a stream and a palm grove

I have left my dear native land

More than a year ago

For how much as i put my mind to something

My wound will not heal.

I come from a place where there is a river

Tobacco and sugar-cane plantation

Where the sweat of the peasant

Makes the land dream.

I miss my dear land

Don’t even intent to talk about it

It’s on my mind, all the time

I have it present, understand

The heart that doesn’t lie to me, talks to me, brother

Floating, i put the hand

On this world’s map

And from the bottom of my heart, i feel nostalgia

A strange feeling like sense of loss

Of this distance that interposes

That i will return well, it’s supposed

And this makes me the happiest man, for a second.

Compay Segundo has sung it, and me again

Listen to the moan of my people, boy

Good, i’ll explain it to you

Hundred per cent Cuban prototype.

I will pull out my heart

And i will wait for my return

For pulling it out one more time

And put it in my chest.

I come from a place where there is a river

Tobacco and sugar-cane plantation

Where the sweat of the peasant

Makes the land dream.

I come from a place where there is a river

Tobacco and sugar-cane plantation

Where the sweat of the peasant

Makes the land dream.

Cayo Hueso, San Leopordo

Vuena Vista, Miramar

Alamar, La Victoria

Habana Vieja, Barrio Nuevo

Bejucal

Where are you my Rampa?

The sun that sings, the Cathedral

The imposing building rises

In the ear of this voices

23 and 12, Vedado, Paseo del Prado

Your lions side one by one

Are part of my traditions

My emotions

You are my Cuba

Like you, nobody else

Caviosile, i am Yoruba

No doubt!(Of course!)

If i cry is because i miss it

Not seeing my Malecón

My friends from the neighbourhood

The ones that were born with me

The ones that played with me

Remembering them without having them, makes me suffer

Year after year i dream about seeing again those friends that i yearned for

Your smell of the countryside when it rains

The Morro, Cañonazo of the Nueves

The one that loves you, never dies, never, never.

I come from a place where there is a river

Tobacco and sugar-cane plantation

Where the sweat of the peasant

Makes the land dream.

I come from a place where there is a river

Tobacco and sugar-cane plantation

Where the sweat of the peasant

Makes the land dream.

I come from a place where there is a river

Tobacco and sugar-cane plantation

Where the sweat of the peasant

Makes the land dream.

I come from a place where there is a river

Tobacco and sugar-cane plantation

Where the sweat of the peasant

Makes the land dream.