[CONSUELO, spoken]
I didn't know how much I failed her until the last night in La Bana. The last night she sang in front of an audience. That night, she was more than good! She was a star!
[GLORIA FAJARDO]
De mi tierra bella, de mi tierra santa
Oigo ese grito de los tambores
Y los timbales al cumbanchar
Y ese pregon que canta un hermano
Que de su tierra vive lejano
Y que el recuerdo le hace llorar
Una cancion que vive entonando
De su dolor, de su propio llanto
Y se le escucha penar
La tierra te duele, la tierra te da
En medio del alma cuando tu no estas
La tierra te empuja de raiz y cal
La tierra suspira si no te ve mas
La tierra donde naciste no la puedes olvidar
Porque tiene tus raices y lo que dejas atras
My whole land is grieving!
My whole land is crying!
I'll never forget her
Her [?]
[?]
One day for certain I'll return!
Mi tierra!
[?]
My whole land will miss me when I say goodbye!
Goodbye!
[PHIL, spoken]
Emilio Estefan and Gloria Fajardo! Look at that! Straight from Miami! The sound and the machine! Welcome to New York!
What's this?
[EMILIO, spoken]
It's our next single. We need the label to get behind it and put it out there
[PHIL, spoken]
It's in English. We can't put any money behind it
[GLORIA, spoken]
But we speak English! Well him not so much, but the rest of us speak english!
[EMILIO, spoken]
We can cross over?
[PHIL, spoken]
Oh! There it is again, that phrase. You really wanna cross over? Fine! Get rid of the horns, simplify the percussion, change your name and then we'll talk!
[EMILIO, spoken]
When I first got to Miami, there was a sign on the apartment building next to ours. It said "No pets. No Cubans." Change my name? It's not my name to change, it's my father's name, it's my grandfather's name. My grandfather who we left behind in Cuba to come here and build a new life! Now for fifteen years, I've worked my a** off and I've paid my taxes. So I'm not too sure where you think it is that I live. But this is my home, and you should look very closely at my face because whether you know it or not, this is what an American looks like. We'll do it on our own