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.