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Del sol que madruga allí donde el calor no duerme hermano,
Donde el amor sonríe el despertar de un ser humano.
Esperanza fallece y pobreza resiste en vano,
Donde fue robada mi cultura por un castellano.
Donde el verano se hace eterno pero es fácil vernos,
Porque conocernos forma parte de lo que expresamos.
Dolor esconde su niñez tras un humor mundano,
Si sonrisa dibuja el estrés de cada ciudadano.
Donde hay cabida pal resentimiento siempre,
Y a pesar de los problemas adoramos a la misma gente.
Pues rectificar errores se ha hecho una tarea frecuente,
Y ya es algo que es parte de nosotros inconscientemente.
Donde burocracia pa forma parte del deleite,
Y pobreza se va a vestir de resistencia siempre.
Donde Marx encontró a su gente a pesar de los haters,
Donde Cuba, soy de aquí and all about my people.
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Dicen que salió temprano para ver que conseguía,
Conseguía cualquier cosa pa' su larga travesía.
Travesía de una noche pues llegaba al otro día,
Al otro día temprano con las manitos vacías.
A ella le dicen La Santa santa manzana podrida,
Podrida como la carne que se vende en estos días.
Días de pescado flaco y sopa de vitamina,
Vitamina que calienta pero que después te enfría.
Le dolía la cabeza, le curaron la rodilla,
Le pusieron tratamiento para el dolor en la encía.
Entre rejas no hay cabida listos para psiquiatría,
Somos locos desquiciados por una cerveza fría.
Soy como un moco que no quiere ser sacado,
Un cuchillo que está demasiado afilado.
Derechito al grano nunca voy de medio lado,
La Dame Blanche con su lápiz acelerado.
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