I Am Cuba (Soy Cuba)

I AM CUBA

A Joint Production of ICAIC (Cuba) and the film studio Mosfilm (USSR) ©1964 Mosfilm Studios

Script by Yevgeny Yevtushenko Enrique Pineda Barnet

Directed by Mikhail Kalatozov

Camera Director Sergei Urusevsky

Production Director Yevgeny Svidetelev

Music by Carlos Fariñas

Sound V. Sharun

Camera Operators A. Calzatti & B. Brozhovsky

Cast:

Sergio Corrieri Salvador Vud

José Gallardo Raúl García

Luz María Collazo Jean Bouise

Alberto Morgan Celia Rodriguez

Fausto Mirabel Roberto García York

María de las Mercedes Díez

Bárbara Domínguez Jesús del Monte

Luisa María Jiménez Mario González Tony López

Héctor Castañeta 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, Señor Columbus.

It contains so many tears,

but 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.

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, René. - How are you, señora?

So-so. This heat.

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.

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, señor.

Mister, mister! Money! One coin, please!

Money.

Mister, mister! Money! One coin, please!

I am Cuba.

Why are you running away?

You came here 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.

But the hands of these children and old people

are also me.

I hoped and prayed that it would rain for you, cane.

I've helped you. Now you help me.

Grow tall, taller than me.

I used to think...

the worst in life was death.

Now I know better.

The worst is life.

I am so frightened for my children.

All my life I have worked,

and all that time I have lived in debt.

Grow tall, sugarcane.

Not for me; for them.

You hear me? Grow tall.

Papa, it's Señor 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?

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 there like a stick?

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. Listen to some music.

Really, Papa?

What about you?

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

You're not old, Papa. You are not old.

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. Move your feet.

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