Guantanamera

Long ago I forgot
The taste of saltwater
I have already sold my soul
To the devil for the money
And now I'm dying of thirst

Little pieces of Havana
I have danced a thousand guajiras in the light of the morning
A shot to the heart
Guan, Guantanamera

And I'm a goodfella'
Life in the square
My face on the coins
My blood is boiling
I want to come back to life

To survive I entered the smoke
Of your cigarettes we ended up wasted
Paint my skin, dark little angel
And you have burned the city
Mamasita give me wings because I want to fly away
In the Caves of Cañart, life is so beautiful that it seems real

To survive I entered the smoke
Of your cigarettes we ended up wasted
Paint my skin, dark little angel
And you have burned the city
Mamasita give me wings because I want to fly away
In the Caves of Cañart, life is so beautiful that it seems real