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Guantanamera

Trini Lopez

Guantanamera

Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma

One guantanamera
Guajira, one guantanamera
One guantanamera
Guajira, one guantanamera

Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo

One guantanamera
Guajira, one guantanamera
One guantanamera
Guajira, one guantanamera

(Spoken)
The words mean, I am a truthful man
From the land of the palm trees
And before dying, I want to share the poems of my soul
My verses are soft green,
My poems are also flaming red
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 of the mountain
Pleases me more than the sea

Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace mas que el mar

Guantanamera
Guajira, one guantanamera
guantanamera
Guajira, one guantanamera

One guantanamera
Guajira, one guantanamera
One guantanamera
Guajira, one guantanamera

Guantanamera

I am a sincere man
From where the palm trees grow
I am a sincere man
From where the palm trees grow
And before I die, I want
To share the verses of my soul

One Guantanamera
Peasant girl, one Guantanamera
One Guantanamera
Peasant girl, one Guantanamera

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

One Guantanamera
Peasant girl, one Guantanamera
One Guantanamera
Peasant girl, one Guantanamera

(Spoken)
The words mean, I am a truthful man
From the land of the palm trees
And before dying, I want to share the poems of my soul
My verses are soft green,
My poems are also flaming red
My poems are like a wounded fawn
Seeking refuge in the forest
The last verse says 'with the poor people of the earth'
With the poor people of this earth
I want to share my fate
The streams of the mountain
Pleases me more than the sea

With the poor people of the earth
I want to share my fate
With the poor people of the earth
I want to share my fate
The stream of the mountain
Pleases me more than the sea

Guantanamera
Peasant girl, one Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Peasant girl, one Guantanamera

One Guantanamera
Peasant girl, one Guantanamera
One Guantanamera
Peasant girl, one Guantanamera

Escrita por: Héctor Angulo / José Martí / Pete Seeger