Chorus:
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera
I am a sincere man, from where the palm grows
I am a sincere man, from where the palm grows
br/>And before I die I want to sing my soul verses
Chorus:
I grow a white rose, in July like in January
I grow a white rose, in July like in January
For the sincere friend, who gives me his frank hand
Chorus (twice)
My verse is a light green, and a fiery carmine
My verse is a light green, and of a burning carmine
My verse is a wounded deer, which seeks protection in the mountain
Chorus (twice)

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