LEARN LYRICS

Woman from Guantánamo

Country girl from Guantánamo

Woman from Guantánamo

Country girl from Guantánamo

I am a sincere man

From where the palm tree grows

I am a sincere man

From where the palm tree grows

And before I die I want

To sing my verses from the soul

Woman from Guantánamo

Country girl from Guantánamo

Woman from Guantánamo

Country girl from Guantánamo

I cultivate a white rose

In June as in January

I cultivate a white rose

In June as in January

For the sincere friend

That gives me their honest hand

Woman from Guantánamo

Country girl from Guantánamo

Woman from Guantánamo

Country girl from Guantánamo

Woman from Guantánamo

Country girl from Guantánamo

Woman from Guantánamo

Country girl from Guantánamo

My verse is of a light green

And of a burning crimson

My verse is of a light green

And of a burning crimson

My verse is a wounded deer

That seeks refuge in the mountain

Woman from Guantánamo

Country girl from Guantánamo

Woman from Guantánamo

Country girl from Guantánamo

Woman from Guantánamo

Country girl from Guantánamo

Woman from Guantánamo

Country girl from Guantánamo

Woman from Guantánamo

Country girl from Guantánamo