English Lyrics Translation: 

There are days when you wake up with your soul barely holding together—
days that begin with a blackout,
continue without water,
and end with news that tightens your chest.

Days when it feels like the world is conspiring
to test your patience, your optimism,
your ability to keep believing in something better.

Days when all you want
is to stop the world for a moment,
get off at the next corner,
because you just need to breathe.

And in the middle of all that chaos—
between scarcity, long lines,
and the emotional weight of living in survival mode—
that’s where a hug becomes something sacred.
Warm. Sacred.

Because a hug, even though it seems simple,
has the power to put out invisible fires.

A hug saves you from drowning
when you can’t take the silence anymore,
the uncertainty,
the pain that often goes unspoken.

Here, in the Caribbean, on this little island
where people reinvent life every single day
with almost nothing—
hugs are a form of resistance.

No one hugs you out of obligation here.
And it doesn’t matter if it’s
in a dark living room during a power outage,
in a tense line under the blazing sun,
or when you come home from the street
with your heart weighed down.

A Cuban hug is never empty—
it’s flesh, bone, and emotion.
Strong. Tight. Warm.
Sometimes with a gentle pat on the back.

Sometimes silent,
other times full of tears.

Because in Cuba,
when life presses hard,
a hug is also a way of saying:
“I’m here.”

I can’t fix your problem,
but we can share it—
and believe me, that is a lot.

In these times when everything is scarce—
when meat and eggs are luxuries,
and even hope feels like it’s running out—
hugs are not.

They keep coming.

From a mother’s arms
welcoming you after a bad day.

From a friend
who may be just as exhausted as you,
but sees it in your eyes
and holds you without saying a word.

From a neighbor
who starts with a handshake
and ends up pulling you into a tight embrace,
as if to say:
“What kind of war are we living through?
But we’re still standing.”

And there are also hugs
we give without even realizing it—
when you carry a sleeping child during a blackout,
when you support an elderly woman so she can walk,
or when you give someone a kiss
even when you don’t have the strength to speak.

Those are hugs too—
disguised as everyday gestures,
but just as powerful… or more.

In these difficult times,
hugs are a kind of emotional language
that doesn’t need words.

They are silences that speak volumes,
a refuge against despair,
a way of healing
without surgery, without pills, without anything like that.

Here, where psychologists are overwhelmed,
a good hug
can be worth more than a thousand sessions.

And when anxiety knocks on your door—
because you don’t know how you’ll make it
to the end of the month,
or even the end of the day—
a hug can make the difference
between giving up
or continuing on.

As if someone were reminding you:
“You’re not alone.
This will pass too.”

In times when so many feel alone,
this is essential.

Some people say Cubans are too expressive—
that we talk with our hands,
that we touch too much.

But I say
that is our greatest strength.

Because it reminds us
that we are still human.

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We’re sending hugs to all our Cuban friends & remembering the love and friendship we share across time and distance. We hold onto better times and share your resolve for a better future for Cuba.