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 hear no ill t'ward each other.

This life will never be hollow.

To those who listen and folow.



Guantanamera



I write my rhymes with no learning



And yet with truth they are burning



But is the world waitin for them?

Or will they all just ignore them?

Have I a poet's illusion.

A dream to die in seclusion?



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



Yo soy un hombre sincero

De donde creco la palma



Yo soy un hombre sincero

De donde crece le palma.

Yantes de morirme quiero



Echar mis versos del alma.



Guantanamera

Writer : TRADITIONAL/GOEKE, BERND/HOLLAENDER, MARTIN
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing