Guantanamera

I am a sincere man
From where the palm trees grow
I am a sincere man
From where the palm trees grow
And before I die I want
To throw my soulful verses

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Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera

My verse is of a light green
And of a fiery crimson
My verse is of a light green
And of a fiery crimson
My verse is a wounded deer
That seeks shelter in the mountains

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I cultivate the white rose
In June as in January
I cultivate the white rose
In June as in January
For the sincere friend
Who gives me his honest hand

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And for the cruel one who tears out
The heart with which I live
And for the cruel one who tears out
The heart with which I live
Thistle nor nettle do I cultivate
I cultivate the white rose

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With the poor people of the earth
I want to cast my lot
With the poor people of the earth
I want to cast my lot
The stream of the mountains
Pleases me more than the sea

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