Guantanamera

Guantanamera

Guajira Guantanamera

Guantanamera

Guajira Guantanamera

I'm just a man who is trying

To do some good before dying

To ask each man and his brother

To hear no I'll t'ward each other

This life will never be hollow

To those who listen and folow

Guantanamera

I write my rhymes with no learning

And yet with truth they are burning

But is the world waitin for them

Or will they all just ignore them

Have I a poet's illusion

A dream to die in seclusion

Guantanamera

A little brook on a mountain

The cooling spray of a fountain

Arouse in me an emotion

More than the vast boundless ocean

For there's a wealth beyond measure

In little things that we treasure

Guantanamera

Yo soy un hombre sincero

De donde creco la palma

Yo soy un hombre sincero

De donde crece le palma

Yantes de morirme quiero

Echarmis versos del alma

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