I come from where there is a ruíio
Tobacco and cane fields
Where the sweat of the guajiro
Makes the earth dream
I am from Cuba what was imposed
And that sticks
br/>And when it arrives it doesn't take off, it sticks stick
What the ruzzo put in the discussion
That Compay Segundo put between your lips
Now the distance remains!
Yes from me language I am living
And calming my faithful sadness
In what way do you want me to stop
The blood of love and country
That runs through my veins
Old generations and new
Of heart, blood and lung
Far away
Where the sun warms more
I forgot my heart, a stream and a palm grove
I left my beloved homeland
It's been more than a year now
No matter how hard I try
My wound will not heal
I come from where there is a ruíio
Tobacco and sugar cane
Where the sweat of the guajiro
It makes the earth dream
I miss my beloved land
Don't even try to talk about it
It is in my mind all the time
I keep it in mind, understand
The heart speaks to me that does not lie to me brother
Floating I walk passing my hand, hand
Over the map of this World
And from the depths of my heart I feel nostalgia
A strange sensation like longing
For this distance that gets in the way
That I will return well it is assumed
And that makes me the happiest man for a second
Compay Segundo already sang it and I new
Listen to the complaint of my people, boy
I explain it well to you
One hundred percent Cuban prototype
I will rip out my heart
And I will wait for my return
To take it out again
And place it on my chest
I come from where there is a noise
Tobacco and cane fields
Where the sweat of the guajiro
Makes the earth dream
I come from where there is a ruíio
Tobacco and cane fields
Where the sweat of the guajiro
Makes the earth dream
Key West, San Leopordo
Vuena Vista, Miramar< br/>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
They are part of my traditions
My emotions
You are my Cuba
Like none of you
Caviosile, I am Yoruba
Let there be no doubt (Anja!)
That if I cry it is because I miss her
Not seeing me Malecón
To my friends from my area
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 those again friends that I missed
Tobacco and cane fields
Where the sweat of the guajiro
It makes the earth dream
I come from where there is a ruíio
Tobacco and cane fields
Where the sweat of the guajiro
It makes the earth dream
I come from where there is a ruíio
Tobacco and cane fields
Where the sweat of the guajiro
It makes the earth dream
I come where there is a ruíio
Tobacco and cane fields
Where the sweat of the guajiro
Makes the earth dream.