Guantanamera

Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera

I am a sincere man
From where the palm tree grows
I am a sincere man
And before I die I want
To share my verses from the soul

Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera

I cultivate a white rose
In July as in January
For the sincere friend
Who gives me his honest hand
And for the cruel one who tears
The heart with which I live
I do not cultivate thistle or worm
I cultivate a white rose

Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera

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

I know of a deep sorrow
Among the nameless sorrows
The slavery of men
Is the great sorrow of the world
I know of a deep sorrow

Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera

Do not put me in the dark
To die like a traitor
(Listen well, rumbero)
I am good, and as a good man
I will die facing the Sun!
(I tell you!)

In the distant countryside
In any street
In the mountains, in the plains
In a Havana corner
I give you my inspiration
Great as a bullfight
You who listen to my song
Sing with me Guantanamera

Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera

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