Jose Fernandez Diaz - Guantanamera текст песни

I am an honest man
From where the palm tree grows
And before dying I want
To share the verses of my soul.

My verse is a clear green
And it is flaming crimson
My verse is a wounded deer
Who seeks refuge in the woods.

I cultivate a white rose
In July as in January
For the sincere friend
Who gives me his honest hand.

And for the cruel one
who would tear out this heart with which I live
I do not cultivate nettles nor thistles
I cultivate a white rose

With the poor people of the earth
I want to share my fate
The brook of the mountains
Gives me more pleasure than the sea