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 carmn encendido Mi verso es 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 Con los pobres de la tierra Quiero yo mi suerte echar El arroyo de la sierra Me complace ms que el mar Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera I am a truthful man >From where the palm tree grows And before dying I want To let out the verses of my soul My verse is light green And it is flaming red My verse is a wounded stag Who seeks refuge on the mountain I grow a white rose In July just as in January For the honest friend Who gives me his open hand With the poor people of the earth I want to cast my lot The brook of the mountains Gives me more pleasure than the sea /:b _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
