Guantanamera - Tino Rossi

Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera

Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera

C'était un homme en déroute

C'était son frère sans doute

Il n’avait ni lieu, ni place

Et sur les routes de l’exil

Sur les sentiers, sur les places

Il s’en allait loin de sa ville

Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera

Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera

Là-bas sa maison de misère

Etait plus blanche que le coton

Les rues de sable et de terre

Sentaient le rhum et le melon

Sous leur jupon de dentelles

Dieu que les femmes étaient belles

Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera

Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera

Il me reste toute la terre

Mais je n’en demandais pas tant

Quand j’ai passé la frontière

Il n’y avait rien devant

J’allais d’escale en escale

Loin de ma terre natale

Guantanamera, my city Guantanamera

Guantanamera, my city Guantanamera

He was a confused man

It was probably his brother

It had no place, no place

And on the roads of exile

On the trails, in the squares

He was going away from his city

Guantanamera, my city Guantanamera

Guantanamera, my city Guantanamera

There his house of misery

Was whiter than cotton

The streets of sand and dirt

Smelled of rum and melon

Under their lace petticoats

God the women were beautiful

Guantanamera, my city Guantanamera

Guantanamera, my city Guantanamera

I have all the land left

But I didn't ask for so much

When I crossed the border

There was nothing ahead

I was going from stopover to stopover

Far from my native land