Guantanamera, my city Guantanamera
Guantanamera, my city Guantanamera

He was a man in disarray
He was a brother, no doubt
He had neither place nor space
And on the roads of exile
On the paths, on the squares
He spoke to me about his city

Guantanamera, my city Guantanamera
Guantanamera, my city Guantanamera

I am a sincere man
From where the palm tree grows
And before I die, I want to pour out the verses of my soul
My verse is of a clear green
And of a bright carmine
My verse is a wounded sky that seeks shelter in the mountain
With the poor of the earth I want to cast my lot
The stream of the mountain pleases me more than the sea

Guantanamera, my city Guantanamera
Guantanamera, my city Guantanamera

I have the whole earth left
But, I didn't ask for so much
When I crossed the border
There was nothing left in front
I was going from stop to stop
Far from my native land

Guantanamera, my city Guantanamera
Guantanamera, my city Guantanamera
Guantanamera, my city Guantanamera
Guantanamera, my city Guantanamera

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