Guantanamera - The Sandpipers

french version ---

Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera

Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera



C'était un homme en deroute

C'était un frere sans doute

Il n'avait ni liens, ni place

Et sur les routes de l'exil

Sur les sentiers, sur les places

Il me parlait de sa ville



Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera

Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera



Yo soy un hombre sincero

De donde crece la palma

Y antes de morirme quiero

Echar mis versos del alma



Mi verso es de un verde claro

Y de un carm'n encendido

Mi verso es un ciervo herido

Que busca en el monte amparo



Por los pobres de la tierra

Quiero yo mi suerte echar

Y el arroyo de la sierra

Me complace mos que el mar



Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera

Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera



Il me reste toute la terre

Mais je n'en demandais pas autant

Quand j'ai passe la frontiare

Il n'y avait plus rien devant

J'allais d'escale en escale

Loin de ma terre natale



Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera

Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera



--- original version---

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera,

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.

Yo soy un hombre sincero,

De don de crece la palma,

Yo soy un hombre sincero,

De don de crece la palma,

Yantes des morirme guiero,

Echar mis versos del alma,

Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.



Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera,

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.

I'm just a man who is trying

To do some good before dying,

To ask each man and his brother,

To bear no ill toward each other.

This life will never be hollow,

To those who listen and follow.

Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera,

Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.



Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera,

Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.

I write my rhymes with no learning,

And yet with truth they are burning,

But is the world waiting for them?

Or will they all just ignore them?

Have I a poet's illusion,

A dream to die in seclusion?

Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera,

Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.



Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera

Guantanamera, guajira; guantanamera,

A little brook on a mountain,

The cooling spray of a fountain,

Arouse in me an emotion,

More than the vast boundless ocean,

For there's a wealth beyond measure,

In little things that we treasure,

Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera,

Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera