Cuba

Cultivo una rosa blanca,

En julio como en enero,

Para el amigo sincero

Que me da su mano franca.

Y para el cruel que me arranca

El corazón con que vivo,

Cardo ni oruga cultivo;

Cultivo la rosa blanca.

Jose Marti

I grow a white rose

In July the same as January,

For the sincere friend

Who gives me his open hand.

And for the cruel one who pulls me away

from the dreams for which I live,

I grow neither weeds nor thistles,

I grow the white rose.