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Permalink Reply by Kit on March 11, 2010 at 10:01

Google Translate is one of the best things ever. EVER!!! Click on the Translate function for new, weirdly poetic interpretations of your favourite international poems or songs....

Guantanamera (according to Google Translate)

I am an honest man
Where palms grow
I am an honest man
Where palms grow
And before I die
Browse my verses of the soul

Chorus:
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera

My verse is light green
And on a carmine
My verse is light green
And on a carmine
My verse is a wounded deer
Searching in the woods under

Chorus

I am a truthful man from this land of palm trees
Before dying I want to share these poems of my soul
My verses are light green
But they are also flaming network

(the next verse says,)
I cultivate a rose in June and in January
For the sincere friend who gives me his hand
And for the cruel one who would tear out this
Which I live with heart
I do not cultivate thistles nor nettles
I cultivate a white rose

Cultivo la rosa blanca
In June as in January
Qultivo the white rose
In June as in January
For the sincere friend
That gives me his frank hand

Chorus

And for the cruel boot me
The heart with which I live
And for the cruel boot me
The heart with which I live
Cardo or nettle cultivation
Cultivo la rosa blanca

Chorus

With the poor of the earth
I want to cast my lot
With the poor of the earth
I want to cast my lot
The stream of the Sierra
I am pleased more than the sea

Mon Amie La Rose (according to Google Translate)

There is very little
And my friend the rose
I said this morning
At dawn I was born
Dubbed Dew
I am blown
Happy and loving
Sunlight
I am closed at night
Woke up old

Yet I was very beautiful
Yes I was the most beautiful
Flowers in your garden

There is very little
And my friend the rose
I said this morning
Behold the god who made me
Makes me bow my head
And I feel that I fall
And I feel that I fall
My heart is almost bare
I have a foot in the grave
Already I am no longer

You admired me yesterday
And I'll dust
To always tomorrow.

There is very little
And my friend the rose
Died this morning
Lish
A careful my friend
I saw in a dream
Dazzling and naked
His soul dancing
Far beyond the clouds
And smiling at me

Believe those who may believe
Me, I need hope
Otherwise I am nothing

Or so little
This is my friend Rose
Who said yesterday morning.

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