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 share the verses of my soul

One Guantanamera
Peasant girl, one Guantanamera
One Guantanamera
Peasant girl, one Guantanamera

My verse is light green
And flaming crimson
My verse is light green
And flaming crimson
My verse is a wounded deer
Seeking shelter in the mountain

One Guantanamera
Peasant girl, one Guantanamera
One Guantanamera
Peasant girl, one Guantanamera

(Spoken)
The words mean, I am a truthful man
From the land of the palm trees
And before dying, I want to share the poems of my soul
My verses are soft green,
My poems are also flaming red
My poems are like a wounded fawn
Seeking refuge in the forest
The last verse says 'with the poor people of the earth'
With the poor people of this earth
I want to share my fate
The streams of the mountain
Pleases me more than the sea

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 mountain
Pleases me more than the sea

Guantanamera
Peasant girl, one Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Peasant girl, one Guantanamera

One Guantanamera
Peasant girl, one Guantanamera
One Guantanamera
Peasant girl, one Guantanamera