Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera
 Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera

 C'?tait un homme en deroute
 C'?tait 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