Un Cubano

A boy, a girl

A Cuban cigar

Sitting here awaiting

A war that’s not far

The ships they’re coming

But never arrive

Los Rusos are coming

To keep us alive

Americanos, they don’t play

The game very well

They treat us as if

Fidel Castro has fell

Day after day

They threaten my land

And my Cuban cigar

Still burns in my hand

We have ourselves

Una situación

So what should we do?

Viva la Revolución!

– A Tribute to Fidel Castro