Guantanamera

De donde crece la palma
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

From where the palm tree grows
And before dying I want
To let out the verses of my soul

Þaðan er pálminn vex
Áður en ég dey vil ég
hleypa út erindum sálu minnar

Y de un carmín encendido
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

And it is flaming red
My verse is a wounded stag
Who seeks refuge on the mountain

og þau eru eldrauð
Erindi mín eru særður hjörtur
sem leitar skjóls í fjöllunum

En julio como en enero
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

In July just as in January
For the honest friend
Who gives me his open hand

Í júlí jafnt sem janúar
handa heiðarlega vininum
sem tekur mér opnum örmum

Quiero yo mi suerte echar
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace más que el mar
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

I want to share my luck
The stream of the mountains
Gives me more pleasure than the sea

vil ég deila hamingju minni
lækir fjallsins
gefa mér meiri ánægju en hafið