Guantanamera
Manuel And The Music Of The Mountains Lyrics


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Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

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

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

Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
El arroyo de la sierra




Me complace más que el mar
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Guantanamera describe the sincerity and depth of the author's feelings and beliefs. He expresses his desire to pour his heartfelt verses before he dies. The verses also reflect the author's love for his land and its traditions, which are represented by the symbol of the palm tree. The repetition of the line "Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera" creates a catchy and memorable chorus that invites listeners to sing along.


The second verse describes the author's creative process, comparing his verses to a wounded deer seeking refuge in the mountains. The contrasting colors of green and red suggest a variety of emotions and themes in the verses.


In the third verse, the author reveals his humanitarian and friendly side by describing himself as a cultivator of white roses that he gives to honest and loyal friends. He praises the value of sincerity and trust in genuine friendships.


Finally, the last verse reflects the author's solidarity with the oppressed and underprivileged people, the "poor of the earth". He prefers the humble stream of the mountain to the vastness of the sea, and aims to share his destiny with his fellow people.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo soy un hombre sincero
I am an honest man


De donde crece la palma
From where the palm tree grows


Y antes de morirme quiero
And before I die I want


Echar mis versos del alma
To pour out my soul in verse


Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, a peasant girl from Guantánamo


Mi verso es de un verde claro
My verse is a light green


Y de un carmín encendido
And fiery carmine red


Mi verso es un ciervo herido
My verse is a wounded deer


Que busca en el monte amparo
That seeks refuge in the mountains


Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, a peasant girl from Guantánamo


Cultivo una rosa blanca
I cultivate a white rose


En julio como en enero
In July as in January


Para el amigo sincero
For my sincere friend


Que me da su mano franca
Who extends me their frank hand


Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, a peasant girl from Guantánamo


Con los pobres de la tierra
With the poor of the earth


Quiero yo mi suerte echar
I want to share my fate


El arroyo de la sierra
The mountain stream


Me complace más que el mar
Pleases me more than the sea


Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, a peasant girl from Guantánamo




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Jose Diaz

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Comments from YouTube:

nomie55

Thanks for your messages, and I'm glad you're enjoying Manuel's beautiful music. I've uploaded all his albums, so hopefully you'll find more music in them to enjoy. Happy listening!

Rowen

Nomie! You have the best taste in the world!!!Viva! Geoff Love ( and Max Bygraves! Max introduced the face of Geoff to the world via his tv shows.The rapport they had still has me smiling).

darknesscomestome

LOVE THIS REMEMBER LEARNING IT ON CLARINET AND I KNEW IT BEFORE EVERYBODY ELSE BECAUSE I HAD HEARD IT WHEN I WAS YOUNG AND IT STAYED WITH ME EVER SINCE THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES

Steve Walles

I recently heard this on Music Choice's Easy Listening channel. Beautiful!

Rowen

I raided my mum's recorded collection when I was ..6? 7?I went gaga when I forst heard this;and I genuinely still do.So-much-so that , when the urge comes upon moi, I raid my own record collection - and I do mean 'record' collection; I slap this on,and Hello! the 70's one more time!

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