Guantanamera

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