Guantánamo girl,
country girl from Guantanamo
I am a truthful man from the land of the palm tree
And before I die I want
to share these verses of my soul
Guantánamo girl,
country girl from Guantánamo
I cultivate a white rose
in July the same as in January
I cultivate a white rose
in July the same as in January
for the true friend
who offers me his hand in friendship
And for the cruel one
who tears out the heart by which I live
And for the cruel one
who tears out the heart by which I live
I cultivate neither thorns nor bitter leaves
I cultivate a white rose
Guantánamo girl,
country girl from Guantánamo
With the poor of the Earth,
I want to cast my fate
With the poor of the Earth,
I want to cast my fate
The mountain stream
pleases me more than the sea
(To my little pretty Cuba)
I know of a deep sorrow
among the ones without a name
The slavery of man
is the world’s greatest sorrow
Guantánamo girl
country girl from Guantánamo
Don't put me in the dark
to die like a traitor
(Listen to me, party-goer) Don't put me in the dark
to die like a traitor
I am good, and like the good
I will die with my face to the sun (I’m telling you)
Guantánamo girl,
country girl from Guantánamo
In the distant countryside, in any street,
on a hill, on a plain,
in a Havana corner,
I’ll give you my inspiration,
as big as a prairie
You who listen to my song
sing with me: Guantanamera!