(words and music by Telmary Diaz,
Francis del Rio, Roberto Carcasses)
Listen up, revolutionaries!
I donít care what they say,
Iíll stick around, keeping my mouth shut,
struggling with our everyday problems
in love with life
We Cubans are spread out all over the world
asking ourselves, why we must endure this curse,
when only a few old fuckers, who hate each other
keep us separated, so distinct, so equal, so peculiar, so special
I ask myself if my child will inherit the same plight
this venom of love and hate, like a bad marriage
How many more times will we have to cross the sea
only to face yet another nightmare
How much longer, my love, until our wishes will come true?
How much longer, until we learn how to say ďIím sorry, itís my faultĒ
Letís give it a shot!
We, the revolutionaries, Cubans all over the world,
united as brothers,
weíre a people, do the best you can to reconcile,
dare to love one another!
How much longer will I have to bear the loose ends of my identity?
How much longer will we have to struggle,
stuck, fighting against our own objectives
Howís it going old man?
Everyday he drives me insane, wears me out.
My god, Iím exhausted!
How much longer?!
We, you, they, the others,
blind folded, unfeeling hearts,
possessive and ignorant
The only limit to love
is your own selfishness.
(from the Spanish by J. Michael Seyfert)