Refrain: Guantanamere, Guajira Guantanamera, Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera

Spanish original text

1. yo soy un hombre sincero,
de donde crece la palma,
y antes de morirme quiero
echar mis versos del alma.

2. mi verso es de un verde claro
y de un carmín encendido.
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
que busca en el monte amparo.

3. cultivo una rosa blanca,
En julio como en enero,
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca.

4. con los pobres de la tierra
quiero yo mi suerte echar.
El arroyo de la sierra
me complace más que el mar.

German translation

I am a sincere person
from where the palm tree grows,
and before I die, I would like to
sing my verses from my soul.

My verse is a bright green
and of inflamed red
My verse is a wounded stag
who seeks refuge in the mountains.

I grow a white rose,
in July as in January,
for the honest friend
who extends his open hand to me.

With the poorest on earth
I want to share my fate.
The stream in the mountains
delights me more than the sea.