Guantanamera,
girl from Guantanamo,
Guantanamera,
girl from Guantanamo,
I am a humble man from the place
where the palm tree grows.
I am a humble man from the place
where the palm tree grows.
And before I die I want to
sing out the verses of my soul.
Guantanamera,
girl from Guantanamo,
Guantanamera,
girl from Guantanamo,
My verses are light green
And burning red.
My verses are light green
And burning red.
My verses are like a wounded deer
that seeks refuge in the mountains.
Guantanamera,
girl from Guantanamo,
Guantanamera,
girl from Guantanamo,
I want to share my luck
with the poor of this land.
I want to share my luck
with the poor of this land.
The mountain stream
pleases me more than the sea.
Guantanamera,
girl from Guantanamo,
Guantanamera,
girl from Guantanamo.