Текст песни Banshee's Cry - Моя Куба

In the fog of the Caribbean, my island of freedom
he drowns at night in distant beeps
Hours and minutes go around it, and do not even touch the years
And the lights will never go out on the lighthouses

my Cuba is where the compadres are waiting at the pier
where is the one who has cigarettes - my brother,
And the one who has wine is a deity

My Cuba is where the nights are few
and there are too many days, but I'm still glad
that it is possible, laughing, to continue buffoonery

I have been looking for this island for a long time by maps and dreams
Having knocked off the banks with the sides, I never found it.
and only after returning home and waiting until spring comes
in my native horizons I learned the landscapes of Cuba

when the rains begin and the snow falls -
we will just bury ourselves in warm holes of houses
and we will sit there until our windows are broken by ringing laughter
the sun that drove away the cold smoke