My best memory is of the girl I sing about in Spanish.
I have not seen her in many years,
I had to leave her behind in Cuba ,
but I carry her in my eyes,
that is why they look so sad,
I sing about her in Spanish because that was how she spoke, in Spanish,
with a beautiful accent.
“That’s life, that’s just how it goes…!”
Down and out,
her memory keeps me company and my song brings her close to me.
I also sing about my past,
about where I came from,
but I never sing about where I am now.
Singing gives me a break from.everything that tries to take what I have left.
(I.Remember with my eyes…)
With my hands I move the songs along in order to feel more alive.
I am more than those eyes,
I am a singer of songs,
a keeper of the past,
my roots are strong,
I am Fernando!