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Cuba Isla Bella (English translation)

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Cuba Beautiful Island

I was born here on this land, my song my flag
Smiles that slip through the balcony door
On that trip that brings me back today
 
Far away, you don't know how much I miss
The noise of my town and the caress of that sea
When I'm not with you, I invent you
 
I bring my rusty heart
I need rope
My soul needs transfusion
Blood of my land
 
I return to the cradle that saw me born
I return to this neighborhood that saw me run
What I was, what I am and will be, for my beautiful island
 
I have returned to the shelter that calms the pain
And I go back to the memory of the first love
What I was, what I am and will be, for my beautiful island
 
And I was surprised by the need to expand her soul
I was advised, from the heart of mom and dad
The Caribbean has invited you, family, pass all respected
If this came without pretext, at a slow sound orishas of the sea
 
Slow
The markings are telling me that time
It's like a passenger getting into your car
And announces that life is a moment
 
They say
The old men on the corner always say
It does not matter what you have, if when you go down
From the station, one always returns to his roots
 
I bring my rusty heart
I need rope
My soul needs transfusion
Blood of my land
 
I return to the cradle that saw me born
I return to this neighborhood that saw me run
What I was, what I am and will be, for my beautiful island
 
I have returned to the shelter that calmed the pain
And I go back to the memory of the first love
What I was, what I am and will be, for my beautiful island
(Cuba is the most beautiful)
 
I will never lose my identity
In the insurance I have a present where I come from
Maybe you can understand me
Because to tell the truth my treasure is in the roots
That run from under my skin
 
They are the ones that mark its texture and those same
They make me different until the grave
That's why I, today I come to
Leave you here, the slow movement of my waist
 
Today I invite you to walk in the sun of Havana
So that you can see them yourself
Today I invite you to walk in the sun of Havana
For you to see yourself, what ...
 
Each one here is born with his lying down
Mine slowly, and from the side, gave me side
You give it soft and do not shake me
That the night is long and the rumba has formed
 
I return to the cradle that saw me born
I return to this neighborhood that saw me run
What I was, what I am and will be, for my beautiful island
 
Thanks!
Submitted by Jorge VargasJorge Vargas on Sun, 13/06/2021 - 00:12
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Cuba Isla Bella

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