Guantanamera

Guantanamera, country girl from Guantanamo
Guantanamera, country girl from Guantanamo

I’m a sincere man, from where the palm trees grow
I’m a sincere man, from where the palm trees grow
And before I die, I want to sing my heartfelt verses

Chorus

I grow a white rose, in July just like in January
I grow a white rose, in July just like in January
For the sincere friend, who gives me his honest hand

Chorus

My verse is a light green, and a bright crimson
My verse is a light green, and a bright crimson
My verse is a wounded deer, searching in the mountains
For shelter.