Guantanamera lyrics

Below are the lyrics based on the poem by Martí; as described above, many other versions exist.

Spanish language	English language
Yo soy un hombre sincero De donde crece la palma Y antes de morirme quiero Echar mis versos del alma Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera	I am an honest man From where the palm tree grows And before dying I want To share the verses of my soul.
Mi verso es de un verde claro Y de un carmín encendido Mi verso es de un ciervo herido Que busca en el monte amparo Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera	My verse is a clear(light) green And it is flaming crimson My verse is that of a wounded deer(servant, slave) Who seeks refuge in the woods.
This third verse of “Versos Sencillos” is usually not part of the song Cultivo una rosa blanca En julio como en enero Para el amigo sincero Que me da su mano franca Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera	I cultivate a white rose In July as in January For the sincere friend Who gives me his honest hand.
Y para el cruel que me arranca El corazón con que vivo Cardo ni ortiga cultivo Cultivo la rosa blanca Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera	And for the cruel one who would tear out the heart with which I live I cultivate not nettles nor thistles I cultivate the white rose
Final verse of song, as published: Con los pobres de la tierra Quiero yo mi suerte echar El arroyo de la sierra Me complace más que el mar Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera	With the poor people of the earth I want to cast my luck The brook of the mountains Pleases me more than the sea

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