The flower that I cut
The flower that I cut
A flower that I cut
Let them call it thought
It reminded me of the torments
That a woman caused me

But I went to Cuba
But I went to Cuba
To try my luck
With no hope at all
And in Cuba I found
And my love
Loved me like no other

Oh! Beautiful Cuba I venerate you
Beautiful Cuba I venerate you
For your unparalleled beauty
For your unparalleled beauty
How handsome you are to me
When I talked to you at the dance
That you seemed like another
More beautiful and precious
Than the coffee bush

Man is born and at birth
Man is born and at birth
Prison is his destiny
Because he only comes
To a continuous suffering

One night when the moon
One night when the moon
Did not give its light so beautiful
Only a star
That illuminated my fortune
With no hope at all
I went to the tomb
And a dahlia I placed
On my love
Where are the cold remains
Of the woman I adored
Where are the cold remains
Of the woman I adored
Where are the cold remains
Of the woman I adored

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES