I am a truthful man from the land of the palm trees I am a truthful man from the land of the palm trees And before I die, I should like to share my verses with you
My verses are a clear green, and they are a flaming crimson My verses are a clear green, and they are a flaming crimson My verses are a dear sky which I look for in my beloved mountain
With the poor people of this earth I will cast my fate With the poor people of this earth I will cast my fate The streams of the mountain are more pleasing to me than the sea
I am a truthful man from the land of the palm trees Before dying I want to share these poems of my soul My verses are a clear green, and they are a flaming crimson I grow the white rose in June as in January For the sincere friend who gives me his hand And for the cruel one who would tear out my heart with which I live I do not cultivate thistles nor nettles I cultivate a white rose
And for the cruel one who would tear out my heart with which I live And for the cruel one who would tear out my heart with which I live I do not cultivate thistles nor nettles I cultivate a white rose
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera Guantanamera, guajira, GuantanameraTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
