Guantanamera (Live) - Celia Cruz traduction en anglais

Guantanamera (Live)

Chorus:
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

(I am a sincere man Of where they grow Las Palmas(The Palms)I am a sinncere man Of where they grow Las Palmas and before I die, I want to throw the verses of my soul)

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Cultivo la rosa blanca
En junio como en enero (como enero)

Qultivo la rosa blanca
En junio como en enero (como enero)
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca

(Culture the white rose In June as in January (as January) Culture the white rose In June like in January (like January) For the sincere friend That gives his frank hand to me)

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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

(My verse is of the greens, clear and with an ignited carmine My verse is of the greens, clear and with an ignited carmine My verse is about a wounded red deer That looks for a shelter in the mountains)

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Guantanamera (Live)

Chorus:
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera

I am a sincere man
Of where they grow Las Palmas(The Palms)
I am a sinncere man
Of where they grow Las Palmas
And before I die, I want
To throw the verses of my soul

(I am a sincere man Where palm trees grow I am a sincere man Where palm trees grow and before I die I want to throw the verses from my soul)

-Chorus-

I cultivate the white rose
In June as in January (as January)

I cultivate the white rose
In June as in January (as January)
For the sincere friend
That gives his frank hand to me

(I cultivate the white rose In June as in January (as January) I cultivate the white rose In June as in January (as January) For the sincere friend That gives me his frank hand)

-Chorus- 2x

My verse is a clear green
And of an ignited carmine
My verse is of a clear green
And of an ignited carmine
My verse is a wounded deer
That looks for shelter in the mountains

(My verse is of greens, clear and with a red carmine My verse is of greens, clear and with a red carmine My verse is a wounded deer That seeks shelter in the mountains)

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