Guantanamera
Pete Seeger Lyrics


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The words mean, I am a truthful man
From the land of the palm trees
And before dying, I want to share the poems of my soul
My poems are soft green,
My poems are also flaming crimson
My poems are like a wounded fawn
Seeking refuge in the forest
The last verse says "con los pobres de la tierra"
With the poor people of this earth
I want to share my fate




The streams of the mountain
Pleases me more than the sea

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Guantanamera" by Pete Seeger speak of the desire to share the beauty of life and the soul with those who share the same fate in the world as the poet does. The first few lines make it clear that the poet is from a land of palm trees. When they say "before dying," it can signify a general desire to share their work with others, but it also could mean that they are very elderly or have an illness. The poet describes their poems as being green or fiery, which could represent a range of emotions or experiences. The reference to the wounded fawn in the forest conveys vulnerability and the need for refuge. Finally, the poet wishes to share their fate with the poor people of the earth, indicating that they believe in the idea of solidarity and empathy.


The song has been seen as a symbol of Latin American identity and solidarity, and it has even been referred to as the "unofficial national anthem of Cuba." The song has been covered by many famous musicians, including Celia Cruz, Joan Baez, and Julio Iglesias, and it has been translated into many different languages. "Guantanamera" is based on a poem by José Martí, a Cuban poet, and political activist who was influential in the fight for independence from Spain. The song was later adapted by songwriter Julián Orbón, and it was popularized in Cuba in the 1930s.


Line by Line Meaning

The words mean, I am a truthful man
I am an honest person who speaks the truth.


From the land of the palm trees
I am from a place with tall trees that bear fruit and provide shade.


And before dying, I want to share the poems of my soul
Before I pass away, I wish to express the deepest emotions and experiences of my soul through poetry.


My poems are soft green,
My poetry is gentle and soothing, like the color green in nature.


My poems are also flaming crimson
At times my poetry is intense and passionate, like the color crimson.


My poems are like a wounded fawn
My poetry is fragile and vulnerable, like a helpless baby deer.


Seeking refuge in the forest
My poetry represents a desire to find safety and protection in nature.


The last verse says "con los pobres de la tierra"
The final verse reads, 'with the poor people of this earth.'


With the poor people of this earth
I desire to stand in solidarity and share the struggles and hardships experienced by those with fewer resources.


I want to share my fate
I wish to empathize with others and experience their joys and sorrows as if they were my own.


The streams of the mountain
I am more drawn to and find greater satisfaction in the natural beauty and purity of mountain streams.


Pleases me more than the sea
The majesty and vastness of the ocean does not compare to the peacefulness and simplicity of a mountain stream for me.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Spirit Music Group, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: Peter Seeger, Julian Orbon, Hector Angulo, Jose Fernandez Diaz, Fernandez Diaz Jose

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@starman714

Thanks for this!

I am a truthful man,
From the land of the palm.
Before dying, I want to
Share these poems of my soul.

My verses are light green,
But they are also flaming red.
My verses are like a wounded fawn,
Seeking refuge in the mountain.

I cultivate a white 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 heart with which I live.
I cultivate neither thistles nor nettles
I cultivate a white rose.

With the poor people of this earth,
I want to share my lot.
The little streams of the mountains
Please me more than the sea



@user-iz3gv5vo6b

From 4 of José Martí's Poems.

Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma, (2)
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma.

Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmín encendido: (2)
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo.

*

Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar: (2)
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace más que el mar.

* Not in this version:
Cultivo una rosa blanca
En julio como en enero, (2)
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca.



@lenhummel5614

yrics to the song:
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 as flaming crimson.
The words that I write are radiant crimson and emerald bright,
The poems I bring forth are as radiant crimson and emerald bright,
My verses are as a wounded fawn seeking refuge in the forest and mountain heights.

With the poor people of the earth
I want to share my fate.
The streams of the mountains
please me more than the sea.

final verses:
I cultivate a rose in June and in January
For the sincere friend who gives me his hand
And {even} for the cruel one who would tear out this heart with which I live
I do not cultivate thistles nor nettles
I cultivate a white rose...

Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera



@dianekooij297

LYRICS: I found these words & some translation thru Pete Seeger from
Cuban writer JOSE MARTI
Spanish Lyrics to Guantanamera               Guantanamera in English
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera            Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Yo soy un hombre sincero                                I am a truthful man
De donde crece la palma  2X's                          From the land of the palm trees 2X's        Y antes de morirme quiero                                And before dying I want
Echar mis versos del alma                                To share these poems of my soul
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera            Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

Mi verso es de un verde claro                            My poems are soft green
Y de un carmi­n encendido  2X's                        My poems are also flaming crimson 2X's
Mi verso es un ciervo herido                              My poems are like a wounded fawn
Que busca en el monte amparo                         Seeking refuge in the forest 
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera             Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

Cultivo una rosa blanca                                       I grow a white rose
En julio como en enero                                        In July just as in January
Para el amigo sincero                                          For the honest friend
Que me da su mano franca                                 Who gives me his open hand
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera              Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

Con los pobres de la tierra                                  With the poor people of this earth
Quiero yo mi suerte echar  2X's                          I want to share my faith  2X's
El arroyo de la sierra                                            The streams of the mountain
Me complace mas que el mar                              Pleases me more than of the sea
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera               Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera   



All comments from YouTube:

@rishishard4742

My Spanish teacher used to sing this song in class with us. He was one of my favorite teachers that year, sadly the year was cut short due to covid so we did not get a full semester with him. At the time he was dying of cancer and would go out on his breaks and smoke. Sadly he passed away early this year and did not teach the during the 2021-2022 school year, so we were lucky that we got to have him at all, and that his last rodeo was with us. This song will always remind me off singing this song during Spanish class. He would bring his guitar out and would truly sing his heart out. He was knowledgeable on many subjects, but was the best Spanish teacher ever. RIP Mr. Rojo. I will always miss you even though we didn't know each other for that long.

@Northcountry1926

Very Kind of you to share & honour Señor Rojo … Bravo ❗️

@tomcurran8470

Met Pete in 2007 at Merlefest, Wilkesboro, NC. He is a national treasure, even if you don't agree with his politics. He always spoke truth to power.

@donarthiazi2443

I miss short-track racing

@PoranerGan

Salute Pete Seeger, Salute Comrade Jose Marti.

@bench-xpress

Hello my Bengali Comerade.

@dwcheshire

My mother passed away aged 94, January 18, 2014 this was her favorite song, maybe he will sing it for her.

@jimk3439

Im sure they are making great music together right now. peace

@shadowenighthawke2023

My favorite as well

@mellissadalby1402

I miss Pete Seeger. We could really use him these days.

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