Guantanamera

<br>Guantanamera<br>guajira Guantanamera<br><br>Guantanamera<br>guajira Guantanamera.<br><br>I`m just a man who is trying<br><br>to do some good before dying.<br>To ask each man and his brother.<br>To hear no ill t`ward each other.<br>this life will never be hollow.<br>To those who listen and folow.<br><br>Guantanamera ...<br><br>I write my rhymes with no learning<br><br>And yet with truth they are burning<br><br>But is the world waitin for them?<br>or will they all just ignore them?<br>Have I a poet`s illusion.<br>A dream to die in seclusion?<br><br>Guantanamera ...<br><br>A little brook on a mountain<br><br>The cooling spray of a fountain<br>Arouse in me an emotion<br><br>More than the vast boundless ocean<br><br>For there`s a wealth beyond measure<br>In little things that we treasure.<br><br>Guantanamera ...<br><br>Yo soy un hombre sincero<br>De donde creco la palma<br><br>Yo soy un hombre sincero<br>De donde crece le palma.<br>Yantes de morirme quiero<br><br>Echarmis versos del alma.<br><br>Guantanamera ...