Guantanamera

I am a sincere man
From where the palm tree grows
I am a sincere man
From where the palm tree grows
And before I die I want
To share my verses from the soul

Guantanamera, peasant girl from Guantánamo
Guantanamera, peasant girl from Guantánamo

My verse is light green
And fiery crimson
My verse is light green
And fiery crimson
My verse is a wounded deer
Seeking shelter in the mountain

Guantanamera, peasant girl from Guantánamo
Guantanamera, peasant girl from Guantánamo

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

Guantanamera, peasant girl from Guantánamo
Guantanamera, peasant girl from Guantánamo

My verse is light green
And fiery crimson
My verse is light green
And fiery crimson
My verse is a wounded deer
Seeking shelter in the mountain

Guantanamera, peasant girl from Guantánamo
Guantanamera, peasant girl from Guantánamo

For the poor of the earth
I want to leave my verses
For the poor of the earth
I want to leave my verses
The stream of this mountain
Pleases me more than the sea

Guantanamera, peasant girl from Guantánamo
Guantanamera, peasant girl from Guantánamo