Cuba Isla Bella [English translation]

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

• Artist:Orishas