The birth of a world was postponed for a moment
a brief lapse of time, of the universe a second.
However it seemed that everything was going to end
with the deadly distance that separated our lives.
They did the work of disengaging our hands
and despite being brothers we look at each other with fear.
As the years passed, resentments accumulated,
the loves were forgotten, we seemed strangers.
What a long distance, what a separate world
I would never have found without bringing new lives.
Slave on the one hand, servant raised by the other,
It is the first thing he notices the last to break loose.
Exploiting this mission to see everything so clear
One day he saw himself liberal because of this revolution.
This was not a good example for others to liberate,
the new job was to isolate blocking all experience.
What shines with its own light, nobody can turn it off,
its brightness can reach the darkness of other coasts.
What will pay this regret for the time that was lost.
of the lives it cost, of what it can cost.
The unit of the peoples in question will pay for it,
and whoever denies this reason, history will condemn.
The story takes your car and many will ride us,
above it will pass from the one who wants to deny it.
Bolivar launched a star that next to Martí shone,
Fidel dignified her to walk in these lands.
Bolivar launched a star that next to Martí shone,
Fidel dignified her to walk in these lands.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)