Oh!
Lovely Cuba, so beautiful,
Why do you suffer today
So much heartbreak?
Oh!
Homeland of mine
Who would say
That your blue sky
Weeping will cloud it!
Oh!
Amidst the whisper of palm groves
One hears the echo resonates
Of a voice of sorrow
Calling to love
Oh!
By contemplating
Your ardent sun
Your fields full of greenery
I think of that time
in which was Cuba