Translation of the song lyrics Cuba Linda - Bebo Valdes

Cuba Linda (original)

Hubo un lugar
Donde los árboles lloran
Y yo no paro de llorar
Por ti seré
Eterno manantial
Le llamaban triste soledad
Le siguen llamando como ayer
Y sigue bebiendo del manantial
Y riega con su miel que la veo danzar
Por ti seré
Eterno manantial
Me dijeron que no iba a volver
Al cabo de un año regresó
Al lomo de un potro gallardo
Y los flamencos al pasar
Le veneran como al sol
Por ti seré
Eterno manantial
Hubo un lugar
Donde los árboles lloran
Y yo no paro de llorar
Por ti seré
Eterno manantial
Cuba linda, de mi vida
Cuba linda siempre la recordaré
Yo quisiera verte ahora como la primera vez
Cuba linda, de mi vida
Cuba linda siempre la recordaré
Cuba linda, de mi vida
Cuba linda siempre la recordaré
Flor de mayo, Sevillana
Flor de mayo que a mi patria levantó
Yo quisiera verte ahora, como la primera vez
Flor de mayo, sevillana
Flor de mayo que a mi patria levantó
Te recordaremos aunque me cueste morir
A mi me gustaría una mañana
Después del café bebido
Pasearme por la Habana
Con mi cigarro encendido

Cuba Linda (translation)

there was a place
where the trees cry
And I don't stop crying
I will be for you
eternal spring
They called him sad loneliness
They keep calling him like yesterday
And keep drinking from the spring
And she waters her with her honey that I see her dance
I will be for you
eternal spring
They told me that she was not coming back
After a year she returned
On the back of a gallant colt
And the flamingos as they pass
They venerate him like the sun
I will be for you
eternal spring
there was a place
where the trees cry
And I don't stop crying
I will be for you
eternal spring
Beautiful Cuba, of my life
Beautiful Cuba I will always remember her
I would like to see you now like the first time
Beautiful Cuba, of my life
Beautiful Cuba I will always remember her
Beautiful Cuba, of my life
Beautiful Cuba I will always remember her
Flower of May, Sevillana
May flower that raised my country
I would like to see you now, like the first time
Flower of May, Sevillian
May flower that raised my country
We will remember you even if it costs me to die
I would like one morning
After the coffee drunk
Stroll through Havana
With my cigarette lit