And you are my siren song
Because with your voice my sorrows go away
And this feeling is already stale
I feel pain for you so much even though you are far away
Today I invite you to walk through my plots
To show you what your ideals serve for
We're human even though we don't think alike
Let's not treat or harm each other like animals
This is my way of telling you
My people cry and I feel their voice
You five nine1me, double two2
Sixty years3dominoes locked
Bass drum and cymbal to the five hundred4of Havana
While at home in the pots they no longer have any food
What do we celebrate if people live fast?
Trading Che Guevara and Martí for the foreing currency5
Everything has changed, it's no longer the same
Between you and me there is an abyss
Advertising of a paradise in Varadero
While mothers cry for their children who left
you five nine, me, double two
(It's already over) sixty years locked dominoes, look
(It's over) your five nine, me, double two
(It's already over) sixty years locking the dominoes
We're artists, we're sensitivity
The true story, not the badly told
We're the dignity of a whole people trampled on
At gunpoint and words6that are still nothing
No more lies
My people ask for freedom, no more doctrines
Let's no longer scream homeland or death but homeland and life
And start building what we dream of
What they destroyed with their hands
That the blood doesn't continue to flow
For wanting to think differently
Who told you that Cuba is yours?
If my Cuba belongs to all my people
your time is up, the silence is broken
(It's already over) the laughter is over and the crying is already flowing
(It's over) and we're not afraid, the deception is over
(It's already over) it's sixty-two hurting
There we live with the uncertainty of the past, planted
Fifteen friends on, ready to die
We raise the flag still, the repression of the regime up to date
Anamel and Ramón firm with their poetry
Omara Ruiz Urquiola giving us encouragement, of life
They broke down our door, they desecrated our temple
And the world is aware
That the San Isidro movement continues, ready
We continue in the same, security putting prism7
These things make me angry, the enigma of your evil revolution
Is over. I am Funky style, here is my signature
You are not needed anymore, you have nothing left, you are already getting off
The town got tired of being enduring
A new dawn we are waiting for
It's over, you five nine, me, double two
It's already over, sixty years locked dominoes, look
It's over, you five nine, me, double two
It's already over, sixty years locking the dominoes
Homeland and life
Homeland and life
Homeland and life
Sixty years locked the dominoes
1. 1959 year in which Cuban revolution won2. 2020 year of the song. Both dates represented as domino chips3. with4. probably the age of the city5. I think Cuban currency for Dollars6. word-point7. no idea what the sense is here