Guantanamera, my city Guantanamera
Guantanamera, my city Guantanamera
He was a man in defeat
He was probably his brother
He had no neither place, nor place
And on the roads of exile
On the paths, in the squares
He was going far from 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 like rum and melon
Under their lace petticoat
God, the women were beautiful
Guantanamera, my city Guantanamera
Guantanamera, my city Guantanamera
I still have everything the earth
But I didn't ask for so much
When I passed? the border
There was nothing ahead
I went from stopover to stopover
Far from my native land