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I am a sincere man
From where the palm grows
I am a sincere man
From where the palm grows
And before I die I want
To cast my verses from the soul
Chorus:
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
My verse is a light green
And a bright carmine
/>My verse is a light green
And a burning carmine
My verse is a wounded deer
That seeks protection in the mountain
Chorus
I am a truthful man from this land of palm trees
Before dying I want to share these poems of my soul
My verses are light green
But they are also flaming red
(the next verse says,)
I cultivate a rose in June and in January
For the sincere friend who gives me his hand
And for the cruel one who would tear out this
Heart with which I live
I do not cultivate thistles nor nettles
I cultivate a white rose
I grow the white rose
In June as in January
I grow the white rose
In June as in January
For the sincere friend
Who gives me his frank hand
Chorus
And for the cruel one who tears me away
The heart with which I live< br/>And for the cruel one who tears me away
The heart with which I live
I neither cultivate thistle nor nettle
I cultivate the white rose
Chorus
With the poor of the earth
I want to cast my luck
With the poor of the earth
I want to cast my luck
The mountain stream
It pleases me more than the sea
Chorus