GUANTANAMERA BAY

(by Jose Marti, Jose Fernandez Diaz,
Julian Orban, Hector Angulo, & Pete Seeger)

Yo soy un hombre sincero		(I am a truthful man,
De donde crecen las palmas		From the land of the palm.
Y antes de morirme quiero		Before dying, I want to
Echar mis versos del alma		share these poems of my soul.)

	Guantanamera! Guajira!
	Guantanamera!
	Guantanamera! Guajira!
	Guantanamera!

Mi verso es de un verde claro	(My verses are light green,
Y de un carmin encendido		But they are also flaming red.
Mi verso es un ciervo herido		My verses are like a wounded fawn,
Que busca en el monte amparo	Seeking refuge in the mountain.)

	Guantanamera! ...

Cultivo la Rosa blanca			(I cultivate a white rose
En junio como en enero			In June and in January
Para el amigo sincero			For the sincere friend
Que me da su mano franca		Who gives me his hand.)

	Guantanamera! ...

Y para el cruel que me arranca	(And for the cruel one who would tear out
El corazon con que vivo			This heart with which I live.
Cardo ni ortiga cultivo			I cultivate neither thistles nor nettles
Cultivo la rosa blanca			I cultivate a white rose.)

	Guantanamera! ...

Con los pobres de la tierra		(With the poor people of this earth,
Quiero yo mi suerte echar		I want to share my lot.
El arroyo de la sierra			The little streams of the mountains
Me complace mas que el mar	Please me more than the sea.)

	Guantanamera! ...

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