Оh! Gorgeous and beautiful Cuba,
Why do you suffer
so grievously today?
Oh! My Country,
who knew,
that your blue sky
clouded by tears!
Oh! In whisper of the palm grove
You hear an echo
With pain in voice
Heard favorite name...
Oh! When I look
At your hot sun,
Your field, full of greenery
I think about the past
About the same Cuba...
Оh! Gorgeous and beautiful Cuba,
Why do you suffer
so grievously today?
Oh! My Country,
who knew,
that your blue sky
clouded by tears!