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Guantanamera
Ma ville Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Ma ville Guantanamera
He was a man on the run
He was, probably, a brother
There was no place, no square
And on the road to exile
On the trails, on the squares
He told me about his city
Guantanamera
Ma ville Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Ma ville Guantanamera
Over there his house of misery
Was whiter than cotton
The streets of sand and dirt
Smelled of rum and melon
Under their lace petticoats
God the women were beautiful
Guantanamera
Ma ville Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Ma ville Guantanamera
I have all the Earth left to me
But I hadn't asked for so much
When I crossed the border
There was nothing left in front of me
I was going from stopover to stopover
Far from my mother land
Guantanamera
Ma ville Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Ma ville Guantanamera
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