Guantanamera Lyrics - The Sandpipers

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Guantanamera, my little GuantanameraGuantanamera, my little Guantanamera
Yo soy un hombre sinceroDe donde crece la palmaYo soy un hombre sinceroDe donde crece la palmaY antes de morir me quieroEchar mis versos del alma
Guantanamera, my little GuantanameraGuantanamera, my little Guantanamera

Mi verso es de un verde claroY de un carmín encendidoMi verso es de un verde claroY de un carmín encendidoMi verso es un ciervo heridoQue busca en el monte amparo
The words mean "I am a truthful man from the land ofthe palm trees. And before dying, I want to share thesepoems of my soul. My poems are soft green. My poemsare also flaming crimson. My poems are like a woundedfawn seeking refuge in the forest. The last verse says:'Con los pobres de la tierra'. With the poor peopleof this earth I want to share my fate. The streams ofthe mountains please me more than the sea."

(Woman in background):Con los pobres de la tierraQuiero yo mi suerte echarCon los pobres de la tierraQuiero yo mi suerte echarEl arroyo de la sierraMe complace más que el mar
Guantanamera, my little GuantanameraGuantanamera, my little Guantanamera

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