Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
I am a sincere man,
From where the palm grows,
I am a sincere man,
From where the palm,
And before I die I want to
Cast my verses from the soul
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
My verse is light green,
And of a burning carmine,
My verse is of a light green,
And of a burning carmine,
My verse is a wounded hill
That seeks protection in the mountain .
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
With the poor of the earth,
I want my luck to cast,
With the poor of the earth,< br/>I want my luck to cast,
The stream of the mountains,
It pleases me more than the sea.
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

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