Wake up, Fidel... wake up It's time for your fantasy, ha, ha, ha Come back, Fidel Come back to the time when your land was free and happy Come back to love There was a girl Remember her name? Remember Anna! Remember her brown body and her hair black as the wing of a raven Remember the nights in the sugar cane, Fidel... huh? Where is Anna now, Fidel? Where could she be now?... your young lover She's not free, your not free, love is not free Come back, Fidel... come back with me! Remember when you brothers loved you and cheered As you walked down the streets of the great city! Where are your brothers now, Fidel? In a friendly land to the north? Why, that's the greatest fantasy of all, Fidel Are they really happy there, having left Their homes and families... ha, ha, ha... Fidel?
They're not free, your land's not free, your not free And what about the children, Fidel? Do you remember their laughing faces... their running feet? They liked for you to read to them... oh yes Not from the thoughts of Mao Or the writings of stodgy old men Like Lennon and Trotsky But the fables of Aesop, Grimm, and Hans Christien Andersen Yes, Fidel, they too have a flair for fantasy But now that's all that you have, Fidel... ha, ha, ha, haaaaaa Oh, Fidel, you mustn't wake up Do you know what's waiting for you in the world of reality? Sleep is fleeting, Fidel Your fantasy is ending... ha, ha, ha I must go, Fidel Good bye for now... ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaa Good bye, Fidel, good bye... ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaa