Guantanamera

Guantanamera, country girl Guantanamera
Guantanamera, country girl Guantanamera

I am a sincere man, from where the palm tree grows
I am a sincere man, from where the palm tree grows
And before I die I want to sing my soulful verses

Chorus

I cultivate a white rose, in July as in January
I cultivate a white rose, in July as in January
For the sincere friend, who gives me his frank hand

Chorus

My verse is a light green, and a fiery crimson
My verse is a light green, and a fiery crimson
My verse is a wounded deer, seeking shelter in the mountains