Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Yo soy un hombre sincero,De don de crece la palma,Yo soy un hombre sincero,De don de crece la palma,Yantes des morirme guiero,Echar mis versos del alma,
Guantanamera, guajira GuantanameraGuantanamera, guajira Guantanamera.
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera.
I'm just a man who is tryingTo do some good before dying,To ask each man and his brother,To bear no ill toward each other.This life will never be hollow,To those who listen and follow.
Guantanamera, guajira, GuantanameraGuantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera.
Guantanamera, guajira, GuantanameraGuantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera.
I write my rhymes with no learning,And yet with truth they are burning,But is the world waiting for them?Or will they all just ignore them?Have I a poet's illusion,A dream to die in seclusion?
Guantanamera, guajira, GuantanameraGuantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera.
Guantanamera, guajira, GuantanameraGuantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera.
A little brook on a mountain,The cooling spray of a fountain,Arouse in me an emotion,More than the vast boundless ocean,For there's a wealth beyond measure,In little things that we treasure.
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera.
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