Guantanamera

I am a sincere man
From where the palm tree grows
I am a sincere man
From where the palm tree grows
Before I die I want
To cast my soulful verses

Guantanamera
Guajira guantanamera
Guantanamera
Guajira guantanamera

I cultivate a white rose
In June as in January
I cultivate a white rose
In June as in January
For a sincere friend
Who gives me his honest hand

My verse is of a light green
And of a fiery crimson
My verse is of a light green
And of a fiery crimson
My verse is a wounded deer
That seeks shelter in the mountains