I come from where there is a river
Tobacco and sugar cane
Where the sweat of the guajiro
Makes the earth dream
I am from Cuba imposed, and it sticks
And when it arrives it doesn't take off, it sticks, it sticks
What the Russian put in the speech
That Compay Segundo put between your lips
Now the distance is
If I am living with my language
And calming more faithful sadness
How do you want me to stop
The blood of love and country
That runs through my veins
Old and new generations
From heart, blood and lungs
Far away, where the sun warms the most
I forgot more heart, a stream and a palm grove
I left more of my beloved homeland, more than a year ago now
For The more I set my mind to it, the more the wound will not close!
I come from where there is a river
Tobacco and sugar cane
Where the sweat of the guajiro
It makes the earth dream
I miss my dear land
Don't even try to talk about it
All the time is in my mind
I have it present, it understands
My 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 is interposes
That he will return well it is assumed
And that makes me the happiest man for a second
Compay Segundo already sang it and Me again
Listen to my people's complaints, boy
Well, I'll explain it to you
One hundred percent Cuban prototype
He will tear me off the heart, and will wait for my return
To take it out again, and place it in my chest
I come from where there is a river, tobacco and sugar cane
Where the sweat of the guajiro makes the earth dream
I come from where there is a river
Tobacco and sugar cane
Where the sweat of the guajiro
br/>It makes the earth dream
Key West, San Leopordo
Vuena Vista, Miramar
Alamar, La Victoria
Old Havana, Barrio Nuevo
Bejucal
Where are you most Rampa?
The sun that sings, The Cathedral
The Capitol rises
In the ear of à 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 you none
Caviosile, I am Yoruba
Let there be no doubt
(Anja)
If I cry it is because I miss her
Don't see more MalecóTo my friends from my area
Those who were born with me
Those who played with me
Remembering them without having them makes me hurt ±o
Year traces a year I dream of seeing those friends again that I longed for
Your smell of the countryside when It rains
El Morro, Gunshot of the Nines
He who loves you never dies, no, never, never
I come from where there is a river Âo
Tobacco and sugar cane
Where the sweat of the guajiro
Makes the earth dream
I come from where there is a river
Tobacco and sugarcane
Where the sweat of the guajiro
It makes the earth dream
I come from where there is a river
Tobacco and sugarcane ±averal
Where the sweat of the guajiro
Makes the earth dream
I come from where there is a river
Tobacco and sugar cane
Where the sweat of the guajiro
Makes the earth dream

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