Testo: The Sandpipers. Guantanamera.

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera

Yo soy un hombre sincero
De don de crece la palma
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De don de crece la palma
Yantes des morirme guiero
Echar mis versos del alma

Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira 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 bear no ill toward each other
This life will never be hollow
To those who listen and follow

Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera

I write my rhymes with no learning
And yet with truth they are burning
But is the world waiting for them?
Or will they all just ignore them?
Have I a poet's illusion
A dream to die in seclusion?

Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira; 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, guajira, guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera