Pete Seeger - Guantanamera - traduction des paroles en anglais

Paroles et traduction Pete Seeger - Guantanamera




Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crecen las palmas
I am a sincere man from where the palm trees grow
Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crecen las palmas
I am a sincere man from where the palm trees grow
Y antes de morirme quiero echar mis versos del alma
And before I die I want to pour out my verses from my soul
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Mi verso es de un verde claro y de un carmin encendido
My verse is of a light green and a bright carmine
Mi verso es de un verde claro y de un carmin encendido
My verse is of a light green and a bright carmine
Mi verso es un ciervo herido que busca en el monte amparo
My verse is a wounded deer that seeks shelter in the bush
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
I cultivate a rose in June and in January
I cultivate a rose in June and in January
For the sincere friend who gives me his hand
For the sincere friend who gives me his hand
And for the cruel one who would tear out this heart with which I live
And for the cruel one who would tear out this heart with which I live
I do not cultivate thistles nor nettles I cultivate a white rose
I do not cultivate thistles nor nettles I cultivate a white rose
Cultivo la rosa blanca en junio como en enero
I cultivate the white rose in June as in January
Cultivo la rosa blanca en junio como en enero
I cultivate the white rose in June as in January
Para el amigo sincero que me da su mano franca
For the sincere friend who gives me his open hand
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Y para el cruel que me arranca el corazon con que vivo
And for the cruel one who tears out the heart with which I live
Y para el cruel que me arranca el corazon con que vivo
And for the cruel one who tears out the heart with which I live
Cardo ni ortiga cultivo cultivo la rosa blanca
I do not cultivate thistles or nettles I cultivate the white rose
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera





Writer(s): Hector Angulo, Pete Seeger, Jose Marti, William Belan, Leonel Calvo


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