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 Y antes de morirme quiero, echar mis versos del alma Guantanamera, Guajira, Guantanamera Guantanamera, Guajira, Guantanamera Mi verso es de un verde claro, y de un carmín encendido Mi verso es un cielo herido, que busca en Montemarro I'm a truthful man from the land of the palm tree Before dying, I want to share these poems of my soul My poems are soft green, but they're also flaming crimson My poems are like a wounded fawn, seeking refuge in the forest With the poor people of this earth, I want to share my fate The little streams of the mountains, please me more than the sea Guantanamera, Guajira, Guantanamera Guantanamera, Guajira, Guantanamera Guantanamera, Guajira, Guantanamera Guantanamera, Guajira, Guantanamera