From Hell To Paradise - The Mavericks

For thirty years they sang the

song of promised victory

But who they’ve fought and who has won

Didn’t matter much to me

I see them driving down the streets

In their fancy shiny cars

Crowds of people to their feet

Their faces full of scars

No pleasantries, no luxuries

No little children’s milk

While minister’s wives spent

all their lives

In China’s finest silk

My back’s been broken many times

But my spirit lingers on

The day it comes my way on

freedom’s ship

I will be gone

From hell to paradise

I’ll always pay the price

From hell to paradise

I’ll always pay the price

This ninety mile trip

has taken thirty years to make

They tried to keep

forever what was never theirs to take

I cursed and scratched the devil’s hand

As he stood in front of me

One last drag from his big cigar

And he finally set me free

Con ojos tiernos algun dia te mirare

Con brases abiertos algun dia abrasare

Hay mi Havana cuando pueda regresare

With tender eyes someday I’ll look at you

With open arms someday I’ll embrace you

My old Havana someday I will return