All language subtitles for Soy Cuba

I AM CUBA

A Joint Production of Mosfilm (USSR)
and ICAIC (Cuba) ©1964 Mosfim Studios

Script by Yevgeny Yevtushenko
Enrique Pineda Barnet

Directed by
Mikhail Kalatozov

Camera Director
Sergei Urusevsky

Production Director
Yevgeny Svidetelev

Music by Carlos Farifias

Sound
V. Sharun

Camera Operators
A. Calzatti & B. Brozhovsky

Cast:

Sergio Corrieri
Salvador Vud

José Gallardo
Ralil Garcia

Luz Maria Collazo
Jean Bouise

Alberto Morgan
Celia Rodriguez

Fausto Mirabel
Roberto Garcia York

Maria de las Mercedes Diez

Bérbara Dominguez
Jeslis del Monte

Luisa Maria Jiménez Mario
Gonzalez Tony Lopez

Hector Castanetal Rosando Lamadris

Cuba's Voice
Raquel Revuelta

Russian Text Readers
N. Nikitina & G. Yepifantsev

The film studios Mosfilm and ICAIC
thank the insurgent army,

the people's militia,

the Cuban Ministry of Interior Affairs and
Academy of Sciences,

and also those who gave help
in the creation of this film.

I am Cuba.

Once, Christopher Columbus
landed here.

He wrote in his diary:

"This is the most beautiful land

ever seen by human eyes."

Thank you, Señor Columbus.

When you saw me
for the first time,

I was singing and laughing.

I waved the fronds of my palms
to greet your sails.

I thought your ships
brought happiness.

I am Cuba.

Ships took my sugar.

And left me tears.

Strange thing, sugar,
Sefior Columbus.

It contains so many tears,

and yet it is sweet.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,
this is the moment of truth.

The voting depends on you!

We ask that you give a big hand
to our beauties.

Ladies and gentlemen.
Louder.

Another big hand.
Louder, louder!

Ladies and gentlemen!

Crazy love.

Crazy love.

This crazy love

in my blood.

She loves me.

I can't live anymore
without your love.

Crazy love.

This crazy love,

the love

of my life.

I can't live anymore
without your love.

It's crazy love

that my heart

feels for you.

Take, take

all my love,

my sweet little love.

I can't live anymore
without your love.

Crazy love.

Crazy love.

I am!

I am

love crazy, crazy.

I am crazy for your love.

Crazy love.
Love crazy.

Crazy is the love
I feel for you.

Crazy, crazy, crazy
for your love.

Crazy, crazy
for your love.

Bob, that's indecent.

Ah, nuts!

Nothing's indecent in Cuba
if you've got the dough!

! Good morning, Rene.I How are you, señora?

! Good morning, Rene.I How are you, señora?

So-so. This heat.

Thank you.

Oranges, white pineapples.

California plums,
nice juicy pears, cheap.

- How's business, René?
- Fine, fine.

How are you doing?

You've come to keep him company?

Got any fruit for me?

I do, the best.

You see, this is what
I was telling you about.

I think I'm going to become
a fruit seller too.

- Well, see you later.
- Okay, man, see you.

Who was that?

Regular customers.

I'm afraid, René.

You don't have to be afraid
of anything.

Look.

Look.

We're going to be married
in that church.

And you'll be wearing
a white dress.

A white dress.

You've never kissed anyone,
have you?

Listen, I'll bring you fruit
every day at your job. You want it?

How come you don't tell me
where you work?

Too bad I don't sell flowers.

I would give all my flowers to you.

I love you, Maria!

Fellows,
I'd like you to meet Betty.

Look at that,
she brings her own tangerine.

Interesting.

No, it's not interesting, sefior.

Taxi!

Mister, mister! Money!
One coin, please!

Money.

Mister, mister! Money!

Money.

One coin, please!

I am Cuba.

Why are you running away?

You came to have fun.

Go ahead, have fun!

Isn't this a happy picture?

Don't avert your eyes.
Look!

I am Cuba.

For you, I am the casino,
the bar,

the hotels and brothels.

But the hands of these children
and old people are also me.

I am Cuba.

I hoped and prayed
you would be ready in time.

I've helped you.
Now you help me.

Grow tall, taller than me.

Before, I used to think
that the most frightening thing

in this world would be death.

Now I know better.

In life, the most frightening thing
is life.

I am so worried about my children.

All my life I have worked
and have lived in debt.

Grow tall, sugarcane.

Not for me.

For them.

You hear me? Grow tall.

Taller.

Papa, it's Sefior Acosta.

Busy working, Pedro?

Yeah, working.

Well, soon you'll be able
to take a little rest.

I've sold these lands
to the United Fruit Company.

What about my sugarcane?

You raised it on my land!

But I worked it with my own sweat.

I give that sweat to you...
as a gift.

What about my house?

Your house
isn't your house anymore.

Have you forgotten
this little piece of paper?

You can't forge
a signature like that.

No, you can't forge
a signature like that.

Pedro...

your house isn't yours anymore.

Your house isn't yours anymore.

I've sold these lands
to United Fruit.

I've sold these lands
to United Fruit.

You grew your sugarcane
on my land.

Your house isn't yours anymore.

Why did they come, Papa?

What happened?

Nothing important.

Why are you standing like a pole?
We need to get back to work.

Papa, are you tired?

Papa, are you tired?

I am not tired.

I am not tired!

I am not tired!

I am not tired!

I am not tired.
I am not tired!

I am not tired!

Today has been a wonderful day.
Just great!

You can go to the village today.

Have some fun.

Why don't you
go dancing, listen to music?

Really, Papa? really?

But what about you?

I am too old.
Music was made for the young.

You're not old, Papa.

Go on.

Here, take this, Pablo.

But this is your last peso, Papa.

Today it's the last one,
but soon we'll have lots of money.

Don't you see how much money
there is here?

Don't you see how much money
there is here?

Don't you see how much money
there is here?

Two Coca-Colas.

Give me some money.

Let's go, my guajira.

Let's go to Havana.

Let's go, my guajira.

Let's go to the city.

I like parties, rooster fights,
my hammock, and my shack.

I like the curve of your waist.

I like the way your hips move,
my sweet.

Let's go, my guajira.

Let's go to Havana.

Let's go, my guajira.

Let's go to the city.

The sway of your hips has
the wonderful flavor of ripe fruit.

So does the twist of your body.

Prepare the saddle
and mount the rhythm.

Beat the drums.

Look over there, Pancho!
Aren't those old Pedro's children?

Looks as if their business
is doing well.

Beat the drums.

Swing that body.

Watch her move.

It's the greatest.

Move your feet.

Beat the drums.

I am Cuba.

Sometimes it seems to me

that the sap of my palm trees
are full of blood.

Sometimes it seems to me
that the murmuring sounds

around us are not the ocean

but choked-back tears.

Who answers for this blood?

Who is responsible
for these tears?

General Fulgencio Batista,

honorable president of the republic,
receives an award.

I'm going to turn off.

Let's part here.

See you tomorrow.

Hold on.

- What?
- I was thinking.

Maybe it's better
not to spend the night at home.

Okay.

They didn't hurt you, did they?

Calm down.

It's all over.

What's your name?

Gloria.

Well, Gloria, you're all right.
They're gone. Calm down.

- And you, what's your name?
- Enrique.

Thank you, Enrique.

Extra! Extra!
The latest news!

Fidel Castro
and all those with him...

were killed in
the Oriente province!

The latest news!
The latest news!

Fidel Castro dead!

Stop at the university.

- They killed Fidel Castro.
- It's not true.

- Here. It's in the paper.
- It's not true.

Where's Alberto?

Alberto, Fidel Castro
has been killed!

It's a lie, Enrique.
Here's what we need to do.

We have to let all Havana
know that this is a lie.

Fidel Castro is alive.

He and his comrades

have landed
in the Oriente province.

Careful.

And have begun the struggle.

Write this down.

Batista is spreading
the rumor

that Fidel is dead to divert
the people from their goal.

Fidel is in the Sierra Maestra.

He's gathering all honest people
under the banner of the revolution.

Read this. They've killed
Juan, Carlos, and Luis.

Are we just going to go on
sitting here with our hands folded?

That fat murderer is going
to keep killing our comrades.

We're ready,
but this is not appropriate.

So we kill this one,
but in his place, they'll put another.

We'll kill that one too.

So that's how we're going
to spend the rest of our lives?

But he killed Juan,
Luis, and Carlos.

What are we going to accomplish
by killing one man?

They'll just put another one in his place,
only much harsher.

And he'll keep on
killing our comrades.

You cannot confuse people,
or one man, with a system.

But people make the system.

True, but we have to struggle
against the system, not the people.

I understand, but this is not
a human being. He's a murderer.

He's killing our comrades.

Don't you think
I want to kill him too?

But they have landed successfully.

Fidel is alive. There is a new struggle
developing there,

and we must assist that effort.

The people have to know everything!

I know, but what we do with this murderer
is just as important.

We can't decide on that now.
We'll discuss this later. Later.

When? When?

If you want, raise the question
at the group meeting.

Alberto, they killed Pepe
last night.

And what are we going
to do about it?

I have already told you.
We'll discuss this later.

The forgiveness,

YOU Sing my song.

With such melody, it tries

to get me to forget
your betrayal.

You want to come back.

Perhaps you think of me.
Perhaps you cry for me.

Perhaps, but is that really you?

Now you beg for forgiveness

and you sing your song.

With such melody, it tries

to get me to forget
your betrayal.

But, now, don't you understand

That it's taken you
too long to come back.

And that I cannot forget
that you made me cry.

I won't be able to forgive you.

What's the matter with you?
Can't you see where you're going?

You're nuts! Are you crazy?
Are you asleep?

You were right under my wheels,
you maniac. Imbecile!

- Are you drunk? Answer me!
- What's wrong?

This guy almost got me put in jail.
What is he, crazy?

Be careful, Enrique. Watch out when
you're in the middle of the street.

Where to, Enrique?

What's up? What's the matter?

Enrique, what's going on?

I couldn't. He was having
fried eggs for breakfast.

Fried eggs? What are you
talking about, Enrique?

He was with his kids.
I couldn't-

Did you consider
the consequences?

Who gave you permission
to do this? Who?

Shit!

Open up!

Everybody stay where you are!

Search them!

Whose book is this?

Yours?

Who does this book belong to?

"Lenin, The State and Revolution. "

- Whose book is this?
- It's ours.

- Yours?
- It's our book.

And anybody who hasn't read it
is an ignoramus.

Long live freedom!
Long live the revolution!

Cubans! Fidel lives!

He's up in the Sierra Maestra
with his comrades.

He and his comrades
are fighting against Batista.

Long live liberty!
Death to the tyrant!

Long live liberty!
Down with tyranny!

Liberty or death!

I am Cuba.

There are two paths for people
when they are born.

The path of slavery,
it crushes and decays.

And the path of the star,
it illuminates, but kills.

These are the words
of Jose Marti.

You will choose the star.

Your path will be hard,
and it will be marked by blood.

But in the name of justice,
wherever a single person goes,

thousands more will rise up.

And when there are no more people,
then the stones will rise up.

I am Cuba.

When men are born,
there are two paths.

You will choose the star.

The path will be hard...

And it will be marked by blood.

For the last time, clear the steps.
It's an order!

Run to the battle,
fellow people of Bayamo.

Your country
looks at you with pride.

Do not fear a glorious death.

To die for your motherland
is to live.

To live enchained is to submit

to insult and ignominy.

Hear the bugle sound.

Prepare for battle, O valiant ones.
Onward.

Come on, guys!
Over here behind the cars!

Enrique! Enrique!

Where is Fidel?

Fidel? I am Fidel.

- Where is Fidel?
- I am Fidel!

I am Fidel.

I am Cuba.

These are the people
about whom legends will be told.

From all parts, they're coming to the
mountains of the Sierra Maestra.

They are going to fight
for liberty.

Come in. Have a seat.

Amelia, bring another plate.

Do you need the rifle too?

No.

These hands aren't for killing.

They're for sowing.

But is this land
you are sowing yours?

Have you finished?

Don't you wish there
were a school on your land?

Shoes for your kids?

That when they are sick,
they would receive treatment?

Or are they going to live
the way you do?

I want to live in peace.

Me too.

What about this, then?

So as to live in peace.

Get out!

He's exhausted, Mariano.
Let him stay the night.

Do you hear that, Mariano?

They're bombing the mountains.

Amelia, don't go!

Amelia, calm down.
Amelia, calm down.

Listen, Mariano, listen!

Amelia, wait! Wait!

Amelia! Calm down, dear.

Amelia!

Mariano, my child!

Mariano!

Amelia!

I have to go, Amelia.

I have to go.

Halt!

This is the Insurgent Radio

broadcasting
from the Oriente province.

From Sierra Maestra,
Free Territory of Cuba.

Cubans, join the struggle.

You, victim of humiliation,
hatred, and crime.

You have borne on your shoulders injustice

destitution,
and the deprivation of your rights.

Listen!

Revolution! Revolution!

In the face of hostile malice,
you, peasant;

you, worker; you, student;

you, Cuban!

Raise your armed fist!

The revolution is fighting
for the complete and absolute...

national independence
of our motherland.

The revolution fights

so that the people
may own their own land.

For education that is not
just a privilege for the rich.

We fight for the defense of life

given to each of us.

Each family has the right

to adequate housing.

Each Cuban has the right to work.

Thousands of heads of families
and thousands of young people

have no work.

They have no future.

The revolution
will industrialize the country.

It will eliminate unemployment
and will restore to the people

all the wealth
that was stolen from them.

You, farmer. You, worker.

You, student.

Take your place in the struggle.

This is your revolution!

Liberty or death!

I knew you would come.

I knew it.

Now I need a rifle.

A rifle?

This guy thinks
they grow on trees!

Plant some.
Maybe more will grow.

Look, Mariano.

You have to capture a rifle
in battle.

Every one of us
has done it that way.

I am Cuba.

Your hands have gotten
used to farming tools.

But now a rifle is in your hands.

You are not shooting to kill.

You are firing at the past.

You are firing
to protect your future.

Run to the battle,
fellow people of Bayamo.

Your country
looks at you with pride.

Do not fear a glorious death.

To die for your motherland
is to live.

To live enchained is to submit

to insult and ignominy.

Hear the bugle sound.

Prepare for battle, O valiant ones.
Onward.

The End