Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Un Pariente en el Campo, artist - Adalberto Alvarez y Su Son. Date of issue: 18.10.2015
Song language: Spanish
Un Pariente en el Campo(original) |
| Mira que linda es La Habana |
| Como La Habana no hay |
| Verdad que se ve bonita |
| Por donde quiera que vas |
| Y según cuenta la historia |
| Hace ya mas de 100 años |
| En La Habana no habia tanta gente |
| Pero de pronto se empezo a llenar |
| Vinieron de todas partes |
| Porque La Habana es la capital |
| Y asi se fueron uniendo |
| El campo y la capital |
| Y se formaron familias |
| Los de aquí con los de alla |
| Por eso cuando te veo |
| Inocente especulando te digo |
| Que aquí el que mas o el que menos |
| Tiene un pariente en el campo |
| Como se goza en La Habana |
| Por eso me gusta tanto |
| Y aquí el que mas o el que menos |
| Tiene un pariente en el campo |
| Que linda luce la capital |
| De toditos los cubanos |
| Cuando los veo caminar |
| De la mano, mi compay |
| De su pariente del campo. |
| Lo importante es la familia |
| El cariño y el amor. |
| Jardín que no se cultiva jamas |
| Te brinda una flor. |
| No, no No importa de donde vengas |
| Siempre te dare mi mano |
| Y sacando bien la cuenta caballero |
| Toditos somos cubanos. |
| (translation) |
| Look how beautiful Havana is |
| Like Havana there is no |
| It really looks pretty |
| wherever you go |
| And as the story goes |
| More than 100 years ago |
| In Havana there were not so many people |
| But suddenly it started to fill up |
| They came from everywhere |
| Because Havana is the capital |
| And so they came together |
| The countryside and the capital |
| And families were formed |
| Those from here with those from there |
| That's why when I see you |
| Innocent speculating I tell you |
| That here the one that more or the one that less |
| He has a relative in the country |
| How to enjoy in Havana |
| That's why I like it so much |
| And here the one that more or the one that less |
| He has a relative in the country |
| How beautiful the capital looks |
| Of all Cubans |
| When I see them walk |
| Hand in hand, my compay |
| From his country relative. |
| The important thing is the family |
| The affection and the love. |
| Garden that is never cultivated |
| He gives you a flower. |
| No, no It doesn't matter where you come from |
| I will always give you my hand |
| And taking the account well gentleman |
| We are all Cubans. |