Guantanamera, my little Guantanamera
Guantanamera, my little Guantanamera
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palmas
Y antes de morir me quiero
Echar mis versos del alma
Guantanamera, my little Guantanamera
Guantanamera, my little Guantanamera
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmà n encendido
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmà n encendido
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo
The words mean 'I am a truthful man from the land of the palm trees.
And before dying, I want to share these poems of my soul.
My poems are soft green. My poems are also flaming crimson.
My poems are like a wounded fawn seeking refuge in the forest.
The last verse says:'Con los pobres de la tierra'.
With the poor people of this earth I want to share my fate.
The streams ofthe mountains please me more than the sea.
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