Guantanamera

[D] [G] [A] [G]  2x *

[G]Guantanamera,[A] Guajira [D]Guantana[A]mera
[D]Guantana[G]mer[A]a, Guajira [D]Guantana[G]mer[A]a

[A]Yo soy un [D]hombre [G]sincer[A]o
De donde [D]crecen [G]las [A]palmas.
[A]Yo soy un [D]hombre [G]sincer[A]o
De donde [D]cre[G]cen las [A]palmas.
Y antes de [D]morir me [G]quie[A]ro
echar mis [D]versos del [G]al[A]ma.

[G]Guantanamera,[A] Guajira [D]Guantana[A]mera
[D]Guantana[G]mer[A]a, Guajira [D]Guantana[G]mer[A]a

[A]Mi ver[D]so es de un ve[G]rde cla[A]ro
Y de un [D]carm&iacu[G]te;n [A]encendido.
[A]Mi ver[D]so es de un ve[G]rde cla[A]ro
Y de un [D]car[G]m&iacu[A]te;n encendido.
Mi verso es un [D]ciervo he[G]rid[A]o
Que busca [D]en el monte am[G]par[A]o.

[D] [G] [A] [G]

The words mean "I am a truthful man from the land of the palm trees.

And before dying, I want to share these poems of my soul

My poems are soft green. My poems are also flaming crimson.

My poems are like a wounded fawn seeking refuge in the forest.

The last verse says:'Con los pobres de la tierra'. With the poor people of this earth I
want to share my
fate. The streams of the mountains please me more than the sea."

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Por los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Por los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Y el arroyo de la sierra
Me complace más que el mar

[G]Guantanamera,[A] Guajira [D]Guantana[A]mera
[D]Guantana[G]mer[A]a, Guajira [D]Guantana[G]mer[A]a

[G]Guantanamera,[A] Guajira [D]Guantana[A]mera
[D]Guantana[G]mer[A]a, Guajira [D]Guantana[G]mer[A]a . . .

[D]   [C]
[G]   [F]
[A]   [G]