Guantanamera my city Guantanamera
Guantanamera my city Guantanamera
He was a man in defeat
He was undoubtedly a brother
He had neither ties nor place
And on the roads of exile
On the paths, in the squares
He spoke to me about his city
Guantanamera my city Guantanamera
Guantanamera my city Guantanamera
There his house of poverty
Was whiter than cotton
The streets of sand and earth
Smelled of rum and melon
Under their lace petticoats
God, the women were beautiful!
Guantanamera my city Guantanamera
Guantanamera my city Guantanamera
I still have all the land
But I didn't ask for so much
When I crossed the border
There's no there was nothing left ahead
I went from stopover to stopover
Far from my native land
Guantanamera my city Guantanamera
Guantanamera my city Guantanamera

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