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Martí, José: Guantanamera (Guantanamera in English)

Portre of Martí, José

Guantanamera (Spanish)

Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece las palmas,
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma.
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera

Mi verso es de un verde claro,
Y de un carmín encendido.
Mi verso es de 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

Y para el cruel que me arranca
El corazón con que vivo,
Cardo ni ortiga cultivo;
Cultivo la rosa blanca.
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

Con los pobres de la tierra,
Quiero yo mi suerte echar.
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace más que el mar.
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera



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Guantanamera (English)

I am a truthful man,
From the land of the palm.
Before dying, I want to
share these poems of my soul.
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

My verses are light green,
But they are also flaming red.
My verses are like a wounded fawn,
Seeking refuge in the mountain.
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

I cultivate a white rose
In June and in January
For the sincere friend
Who gives me his hand.
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

And for the cruel one who would tear out
This heart with which I live.
I cultivate neither thistles nor nettles
I cultivate a white rose.
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

With the poor people of this earth,
I want to share my lot.
The little streams of the mountains
Please me more than the sea.
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

 
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