I ran a song in Spanish (
Orisha's "537 Cuba" listen!) through
alta- vista's translation software. The results were suprisingly poetic:
I come from where
there is a Tabaco river
and cane plantation
Where the sweat of guajiro
makes to the Earth to dream
I am of Cuba
which imposed
and that sticks
and when it arrives
does not take off,
it beats, beats
What put the Russian in the speech
That Compay Segundo put between your sejas
Now the distance is!
If on me language I am living and calming
me faithful sadness
Of which she forms
you love you who I stop the love
blood and mother country
That run by the veins
Generations old and new
Of heart it bleeds and lung
There far Where the sun warms up more
I forgot me heart,
a stream and palmar Deje' me
dear mother country
For more of a year already
No matter how hard I propose
me wounded Me will not close
I come from where
there is a Tabaco river
and cane plantation
Where the sweat of guajiro
makes to the Earth to dream
Estraño me dear earth
To speak of her neither
you try it
All along is in my mind
I remember It,
it understands speaks the heart to Me
that me mienente brother
Floating I do not walk passing the hand,
hand On the map of this one World
and from deep of me the heart
I feel nostalgia
One strange sensation like nostalgia
Of this one distance that interposes
That I will return bién
assumes and that puts the man the more happy
to me by a second
Or sang Compay Segundo
and I Listening complain
me small people Bién again
I explain you Cuban 100 percent prototype
I will take the heart
and I will hope my return
to remove it
and to place it in me chest again
I come from where
there is a Tabaco river
and cane plantation
Where the sweat of guajiro
makes to the Earth to dream
X 2
Key Bone, San Leopordo Vuena Vista,
Miramar Decorative clasp,
Old the Habana Victory,
District New Rattan field
Where are you me Incline?
The sun that sings,
the Cathedral the Capitol rises
In the oido one of these voices 23 and 12,
Private preserve, Stroll of the Prado
Your lions side to side Comprise
of my traditions
My emotions
You are you me Cuba
Like you no Caviosile,
I am Yoruba
That is not left doubt (Anja)
That if I cry he is because estraño
not to see me
Levee my friends of me zone
Those that were born with me
Those that they played with me
To remember them
without having them traz does damage
Year to me year dream
with returning to see those friends
whom Your scent of the countryside longed for
when it rains the Nose,
Cannon shot of the Nueves
The one that never wants to you dies
no, never, never
I come from where
there is a Tabaco river
and cane plantation
Where the sweat of guajiro
makes to the Earth to dream
X 4