(Raul Malo)
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For thirty years they sang the
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song of promised victory
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But who they've fought and who has won
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Didn't matter much to me
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I see them driving down the streets
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In their fancy shiny cars
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Crowds of people to their feet
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Their faces full of scars
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No pleasantries, no luxuries
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No little children's milk
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While minister's wives spent
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all their lives
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In China's finest silk
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My back's been broken many times
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But my spirit lingers on
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The day it comes my way on
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freedom's ship
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I will be gone
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Chorus
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From hell to paradise
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I'll always pay the price
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From hell to paradise
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I'll always pay the price
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This ninety mile trip
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has taken thirty years to make
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They tried to keep
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forever what was never theirs to take
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I cursed and scratched the devil's hand
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As he stood in front of me
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One last drag from his big cigar
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And he finally set me free
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Repeat chorus twice
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Con ojos tiernos algun dia te mirare
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Con brases abiertos algun dia abrasare
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Hay mi Havana cuando pueda regresare
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Translation:
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With tender eyes someday I'll look at you
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With open arms someday I'll embrace you
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My old Havana someday I will return
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From Hell To Paradise
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| The Mavericks |
