Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guantanamera, artist - Los Paraguayos. Album song Die 22 Besten... Hits Von: los Paraguayos (Musik Auf Deutsch), in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 19.02.2015
Record label: OM Management
Song language: Spanish
Guantanamera(original) |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crecen las palmas |
Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crecen las palmas |
Y antes de morirme quiero echar mis versos del alma |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
Mi verso es de un verde claro y de un carmin encendido |
Mi verso es de un verde claro y de un carmin encendido |
Mi verso es un ciervo herido que busca en el monte amparo |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
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 but they are also flaming red |
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 |
Cultivo la rosa blanca en junio como en enero |
Cultivo la rosa blanca en junio como en enero |
Para el amigo sincero que me da su mano franca |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
Y para el cruel que me arranca el corazon con que vivo |
Y para el cruel que me arranca el corazon con que vivo |
Cardo ni ortiga cultivo cultivo la rosa blanca |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
Con los pobres de la tierra quiero yo mi suerte echar |
Con los pobres de la tierra quiero yo mi suerte echar |
El arroyo de la sierra me complace mas que el mar |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
(translation) |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
I am a sincere man, from where palms grow |
I am a sincere man, from where palms grow |
And before I die I want to pour out my verses from the soul |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
My verse is a light green and a lit carmine |
My verse is a light green and a lit carmine |
My verse is a wounded deer that searches the mountain for shelter |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
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 but they are also flaming red |
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 grow the white rose in June as in January |
I grow the white rose in June as in January |
For the sincere friend who gives me his frank hand |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
And for the cruel one who rips out the heart I live with |
And for the cruel one who rips out the heart I live with |
thistle nor nettle cultivation cultivation the white rose |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
With the poor of the land I want to throw my luck |
With the poor of the land I want to throw my luck |
The mountain stream pleases me more than the sea |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera |