| Looking for another life, you left
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| And to return triumphant was your longing
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| But misunderstanding spread its veil
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| And we didn't quite understand what you did
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| She left filling the heart with cold
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| Doubts and intrigues grew
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| And what was once a friendly look
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| See today with jealousy everything that is mine
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| I want my well-being also yours
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| If for another opinion you live far away
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| Everything that with great tenacity you get
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| It is also for my cause of pride
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| If I think you are an enemy, what do I gain?
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| What do you gain by looking at me suspiciously?
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| If we were born under this same sky
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| If we want to continue being Cubans
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| Enough of hate, no more hate between brothers!
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| The land in which we were born asks us
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| That to make it prosperous we live
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| With the pride of feeling Cuban
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| With the pride of feeling Cuban
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| Here I extend my hand to you asking from the heart
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans
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| Here I extend my hand to you asking from the heart
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans
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| Here I extend my hand to you asking from the heart
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans
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| Enough of hate between brothers
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| What is a sign of disunity
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| Here I extend my hand to you
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| I extend it from the heart
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| Here I extend my hand to you asking from the heart
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans
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| let friends gather
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| Your voice and your heart
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| so that beautiful people
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| I sing it with emotion and says:
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| Here I extend my hand to you asking from the heart
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans
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| Hey, Cuba is the mother of all
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| And he opens his hands to everyone
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| The mother country calls them
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| Come all as brothers
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| Here I extend my hand to you asking from the heart
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans
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| What a heart I have, hey, and look what
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| look what look what
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| I will sing with pride
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| Of being Cuban and sonero
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| For my people to enjoy
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| That is what I want the most, I want
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| Here I extend my hand to you asking from the heart
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| Good!
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans
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| let's shake hands
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| For the homeland to rise
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| That he who does not want Cuba
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| Don't be called Cuban
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| Here I extend my hand to you asking from the heart
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans
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| Here I extend my hand to you asking from the heart
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans
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| The people of the neighborhood are waiting for you to
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| Form the bacilon, the bacilon
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans
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| Oh but I want that in the new rumba
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans
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| Take Ibrahim!
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans
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| Hey, get involved soon my brother, and open your heart wide and you will see
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans
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| Oh! |
| with the Afro Cuban Ah Stars, I won't get tired of cheering, what?
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| And now… take it Tere!
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans
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| Here I give you my hand, asking from the heart
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans
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| May there be reconciliation among all Cubans |