2018.04.07.
In Cuba El Son has not died
This is Cuba, my brotherTo me let no one come with stories
Let no one tell me that in my beautiful and tropical Cuba
'El Son' has died
REPEAT
You don't need to agitate yourself much
nor go crazy
and if someone has said it, bro'
he slips him the coconut
To me let no one come with stories
Let no one tell me that in my beautiful and tropical Cuba
our ' El Son' has died
REPEAT
Someone dared to say that in Cuba 'El Son' had died
He has to regret it
because now is it that my 'El Son' is beating
REPEAT
The things of my country
scare the entire world
REPEAT
For that to sing to you I would like, bro'
With me I don't want stories
(Hear him)
in Cuba 'El Son' has not died (No, sir)
Ay, no, I don't want stories (2x)
With me I don't want stories
In Cuba 'El Son' has not died
If in Manzanilla 'El Son' is danced [to]
How good and richly one dances