Из альбома: Guantanamera
When I first came to town
They called me the roving jewel;
Now they've changed their thing,
They call me Katy Cruel,
Come diddle 'm day
Oh, little lioday.
Oh that I was where I would be,
Then I would be where I am not,
Here I am where I must be,
Go where I would, I can not,
Come diddle 'm day
Oh, little lioday.
When I was young and twenty
They brought me the bottles plenty;
Now they've changed their thing,
They bring me the bottles empty,
Come diddle 'm day
Oh, little lioday.
Oh that I was where I would be,
Then I would be where I am not,
Here I am where I must be,
Go where I would, I can not,
Come diddle 'm day
Oh, little lioday.
Well down the road I go,
And through the bogs and mire,
Straightway cross the fields,
And to my heart's desire,
Come diddle 'm day
Oh, little lioday.
Oh that I was where I would be,
Then I would be where I am not,
Here I am where I must be,
Go where I would, I can not,
Come diddle 'm day
Oh, little lioday.