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Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera
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Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera
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C'럗ait un homme en deroute
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C'럗ait un frere sans doute
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Il n'avait ni liens, ni place
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Et sur les routes de l'exil
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Sur les sentiers, sur les places
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Il me parlait de sa ville
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Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera
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Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera
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Yo soy un hombre sincero
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De donde crece la palma
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Y antes de morirme quiero
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Echar mis versos del alma
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Mi verso es de un verde claro
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Y de un carm'n encendido
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Mi verso es un ciervo herido
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Que busca en el monte amparo
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Por los pobres de la tierra
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Quiero yo mi suerte echar
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Y el arroyo de la sierra
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Me complace m뇋 que el mar
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Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera
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Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera
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Il me reste toute la terre
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Mais je n'en demandais pas autant
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Quand j'ai passe la fronti뢳e
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Il n'y avait plus rien devant
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J'allais d'escale en escale
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Loin de ma terre natale
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Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera
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Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera
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--- original version---
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Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera,
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Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.
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Yo soy un hombre sincero,
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De don de crece la palma,
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Yo soy un hombre sincero,
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De don de crece la palma,
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Yantes des morirme guiero,
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Echar mis versos del alma,
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Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera
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Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.
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Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera,
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Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.
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I'm just a man who is trying
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To do some good before dying,
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To ask each man and his brother,
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To bear no ill toward each other.
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This life will never be hollow,
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To those who listen and follow.
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Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera,
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Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.
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Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera,
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Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.
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I write my rhymes with no learning,
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And yet with truth they are burning,
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But is the world waiting for them?
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Or will they all just ignore them?
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Have I a poet's illusion,
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A dream to die in seclusion?
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Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera,
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Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.
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Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera
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Guantanamera, guajira; guantanamera,
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A little brook on a mountain,
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The cooling spray of a fountain,
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Arouse in me an emotion,
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More than the vast boundless ocean,
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For there's a wealth beyond measure,
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In little things that we treasure,
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Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera,
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Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.
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Guantanamera
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| The Sandpipers |
