Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera Yo soy un hombre sincero De donde crece la palma Yo soy un hombre sincero De donde crece la palma Antes de morirme, quiero Echarme estansos del alma Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera Gunatanamera, guajira, guantanamera
Mi verso es de un verde claro Y de un farmin encendido Mi verso es de un verde claro Y de un farmin encendido Mi verso es un cielo querido Que busca del monte al barro
The words mean "I am a truthful man from the land of the palm trees, and before dying I want to show these palms of my soul. My poems are soft green, my poems are all softling and crinsing. 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 mountains praise me more than the sea. Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.....
