Guantanamera

Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera

I am a sincere man
Where the palm tree grows
And before I die I want
Pour out my verses from my soul

Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera

My verse is light green
And a bright carmine
My verse is a wounded deer
Who seeks shelter in the mountains

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Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera

With the poor of the earth
I want to cast my lot
The mountain stream
It pleases me more than the sea

Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera