Cuba Linda - Bebo Valdes

Hubo un lugar

Donde los árboles lloran

Y yo no paro de llorar

Por ti seré

Eterno manantial

Le llamaban triste soledad

Le siguen llamando como ayer

Y sigue bebiendo del manantial

Y riega con su miel que la veo danzar

Por ti seré

Eterno manantial

Me dijeron que no iba a volver

Al cabo de un año regresó

Al lomo de un potro gallardo

Y los flamencos al pasar

Le veneran como al sol

Por ti seré

Eterno manantial

Hubo un lugar

Donde los árboles lloran

Y yo no paro de llorar

Por ti seré

Eterno manantial

Cuba linda, de mi vida

Cuba linda siempre la recordaré

Yo quisiera verte ahora como la primera vez

Cuba linda, de mi vida

Cuba linda siempre la recordaré

Cuba linda, de mi vida

Cuba linda siempre la recordaré

Flor de mayo, Sevillana

Flor de mayo que a mi patria levantó

Yo quisiera verte ahora, como la primera vez

Flor de mayo, sevillana

Flor de mayo que a mi patria levantó

Te recordaremos aunque me cueste morir

A mi me gustaría una mañana

Después del café bebido

Pasearme por la Habana

Con mi cigarro encendido

there was a place

where the trees cry

And I don't stop crying

I will be for you

eternal spring

They called him sad loneliness

They keep calling him like yesterday

And keep drinking from the spring

And she waters her with her honey that I see her dance

I will be for you

eternal spring

They told me that she was not coming back

After a year she returned

On the back of a gallant colt

And the flamingos as they pass

They venerate him like the sun

I will be for you

eternal spring

there was a place

where the trees cry

And I don't stop crying

I will be for you

eternal spring

Beautiful Cuba, of my life

Beautiful Cuba I will always remember her

I would like to see you now like the first time

Beautiful Cuba, of my life

Beautiful Cuba I will always remember her

Beautiful Cuba, of my life

Beautiful Cuba I will always remember her

Flower of May, Sevillana

May flower that raised my country

I would like to see you now, like the first time

Flower of May, Sevillian

May flower that raised my country

We will remember you even if it costs me to die

I would like one morning

After the coffee drunk

Stroll through Havana

With my cigarette lit