Singing with us Guantanamera Spanish Literal Translation Yo soy un hombre sincero De donde crece la palma I am a sincere man Y antes de morirme quiero From where the palm tree grows Echar mis versos del alma And before dying I want Guantanamera, guajira, To share the verses of my soul. Guantanamera Mi verso es de un verde My verse is light green claro Y de un carmín And it is flaming crimson encendido My verse is a wounded deer Mi verso es de un ciervo herido Who seeks refuge on the mountain Que busca en el monte amparo (or in the woods). Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera This third verse was never part of the song, Guantanamera, but was Cultivo una rosa blanca written in "Versos Sencillos" En julio como en enero Para el amigo sincero I cultivate a white Que me da su mano franca rose In July as in Guantanamera, guajira January For the Guantanamera sincere friend Who gives me his honest hand. Y para el cruel que me arranca El corazon con que And for the cruel one vivo Cardo ni ortiga cultivo who would tear out this heart with Cultivo la rosa blanca which I live Guantanamera, guajira I do not cultivate nettles nor Guantanamera thistles I cultivate a white ro Final verse of song, as published: With the poor people of the earth I want to share my fate Con los pobres de la The brook of the mountains tierra Quiero yo mi suerte Gives me more pleasure than the echar El arroyo de la sea sierra Me complace más que el mar Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Singing with us Guantanamera Spanish Literal Translation Yo soy un hombre sincero De donde crece la palma Y antes de morirme quiero Echar mis versos del alma Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera 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 Cultivo una rosa blanca En julio como en enero Para el amigo sincero Que me da su mano franca Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera Y para el cruel que me arranca El corazon con que vivo Cardo ni ortiga cultivo Cultivo la rosa blanca Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera 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 I am a sincere man From where the palm tree grows And before dying I want To share the verses of my soul. My verse is light green And it is flaming crimson My verse is a wounded deer Who seeks refuge on the mountain (or in the woods). This third verse was never part of the song, Guantanamera, but was written in "Versos Sencillos" I cultivate a white rose In July as in January For the sincere friend Who gives me his honest hand. And for the cruel one who would tear out this heart with which I live I do not cultivate nettles nor thistles I cultivate a white ro With the poor people of the earth I want to share my fate The brook of the mountains Gives me more pleasure than the sea
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