Cuba
R Richard Wlodarski
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Cuba, I stand on your soil
And touch the earth of Mother
And palm the grains of white sand
With dictatorship
Cuba, my mouth tastes your soil
My hands touching your breast and breath
Eyes seeing beyond the horizon
Ears hearing your lost loneliness
Cuba, Fidel and I compadres
Amigos mouths kissing just one love
Hands touching the friendship
Eyes seeing the freedom
Cuba, love and love lost
Amigos compadres
Compadres amigos
Cum Deum liberatum
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş