Lyrics:

French Version ---
guantanamera, Ma Ville, Guantanamera
guantanamera, Ma Ville, Guantanamera

c'ã©tait Un Homme En Deroute
c'ã©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 Mos 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 Frontiare
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