Guantanamera traducción al Inglés

I am a truthful man
From this land of palm trees
I am a truthful man
From this land of palm tree
Before dying I want
To share these poems of my soul
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
My verses are light green
And of a red on top
My verses are light green
And of a red on top
My verse is a wounded deer
Which looks for protection in the mountain
I am a truthful man from this land of palm trees
Before dying I want to share these poems of my soul
My verses are light green
My verses are light green
I cultivate a rose in June and in January
For the sincere friend who gives me his hand
And for the cruel one who would tear out this
Heart with which I live
I do not cultivate thistles nor nettles
I cultivate a white rose
I cultivate a white rose
In June and in January
I cultivate a white rose
In June and in January
For the sincere friend
Who gives me his hand
And for the cruel one who rips off
Heart with which I live
And for the cruel one who rips off
Heart with which I live
I do not cultivate thistles nor nettles
I cultivate a white rose
With the poor of the Earth
I want to throw my luck
With the poor of the Earth
I want to throw my luck
The streams of the mountains
Please me more than the sea