Paciencia Y Fe Olga Merediz

[ABUELA CLAUDIA]
Calor… calor… calor…
Calor… calor… calor…
Ay, Mamá!
The summer's hottest day
Paciencia y fe, paciencia y fe

It was hotter at home in La Víbora
The Washington Heights of Havana
A crowded city of faces the same as mine

Back as a child in La Víbora
I chased the birds in the plaza
Praying, Mamá, you would find work
Combing the stars in the sky for some sort of sign

Ay, Mamá, so many stars in Cuba
En Nueva York, we can't see beyond our streetlights
To reach the roof you gotta bribe the supa
Ain't no Cassiopeia in Washington Heights
But ain't no food in La Víbora

I remember nights, anger in the streets, hunger at the windows
Women folding clothes, playing with my friends in the summеr rain
Mamá needs a job, Mamá says we're poor, one day you say, "Vamos a Nuеva York..."
And Nueva York was far
But Nueva York had work and so we came