Guantanamera

Guantanamera, country girl, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, country girl, Guantanamera

He was a man in disarray
He was a brother, no doubt
He had neither place nor space
And on the roads of exile
On the paths, on the squares
He talked to me about his city

Guantanamera, country girl, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, country girl, Guantanamera

I am a sincere man
From where the palm tree grows
And before I die, I want
To pour out my soul in verses
My verse is of a light green
And of a fiery crimson

My verse is a wounded deer
That seeks shelter in the mountains
With the poor of the earth
I want to cast my lot
The stream of the mountain
Pleases me more than the sea

Guantanamera, country girl, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, country girl, Guantanamera

I have the whole world left
But I didn't ask for that much
When I crossed the border
There was nothing left ahead
I went from stop to stop
Far from my homeland

Guantanamera, country girl, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, country girl, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, country girl, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, country girl, Guantanamera