Vallenato. He released La Charanga Vallenata in the mid 80s.
Nostalgia Guajira
Roberto Torres Lyrics
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Mayari, mayari, Guantánamo
Mayari, mayari, Guantánamo
En esta hermosa región donde se mece la palma
El guajiro con el alma canta su sabroso son
Mayari, mayari, Guantánamo
Mayari, mayari, Guantánamo
Mayari, mayari, Guantánamo
Mayari, mayari, Guantánamo
Mayari, mayari, Guantánamo
Quisiera tener el don de sepultar mis pesares
Y recuerdo los Linares y el vuelo del tomerin
Mi angustia no tiene fin y hay tristeza en mis cantares
Mayari, mayari, Guantánamo
Mayari, mayari, Guantánamo
Mayari, mayari, Guantánamo
Pobre típico bohio dentro de yaguas y
Guano
Donde el guajiro cubano goza de paz y albedrío
Mayari, mayari, Guantánamo
Mayari, mayari, Guantánamo
Mayari, mayari, Guantánamo
Con cuánto placer lucir vivir bajo tu techadumbre
A la criolla constumbre pulsar mi sonora lira
Y en una broma guajira olvidar mi pesadumbre
Mayari, mayari, Guantánamo
Mayari, mayari, Guantánamo
Mayari, mayari, Guantánamo
Mayari, mayari, Guantánamo
Oye mi son, mi son, mi son, de los que son, son y no son
Oye mi son, mi son, mi son de los que son, son y no son
En el solar que yo vivo hay cosas originales
En el solar que yo vivo, hay cosas originales
Allí son muy naturales, pero yo no las concibo
Oye mi son, mi son, mi son, de los que son, son y no son
Allí vive Juan pescado y a Juan no le gusta el mar
Allí vive Juan pescado y a Juan no le gusta el mar
Por qué no sabe nadar y se llama Juan pescado
Oye mi sin, mi son, mi son de los que son, son y no son
Oye mi son, mi son, mi son, de los que son, son y no son
Oye mi son, mi son, mi son, de los que son, son y no son
Oye mi son, mi son, mi son, de los que son, son y no son
Oye mi son, mi son, mi son, de los que son, son y no son
Y vive José dolores, dolores y de cabeza,
Y vive José dolores, dolores y de cabeza
Y nunca José dolores, le ha dolido la cabeza
Oye mi son, mi son, mi son, mi son de los que son y no son
Oye mi son
Oye mi son
Oye mi son
Oye mi son
Oye mi son
Oye mi son
Oye mi son, mi son, mi son, de los que son, son y no son,
qué rico son, muy sabroson
Oye mi son, mi son, mi son, mi son mi son
Ay en el solar que yo vivo ahí cosas originales
Oye mi son, mi son, mi son, de los que son, son y no son
Uru, ra, ra, ra cómo está Miguel
Oye mi son, mi son, mi son, mi son, de los que son, son y no son
Óyeme mi son, mi son, mi son
Que rico bueno y muy sabroson
Oye mi son, mi son, mi son, de los que son, son y no son
Después que uno vive veinte desengaños que importa uno más
Oye mi son, mi son, mi son, de los que son, son y no son
The song Nostalgia Guajira by Roberto Torres is a tribute to the beautiful region of Guantanamo and Mayari in Cuba. The song starts with the repetition of Mayari and Guantanamo, which are both towns in Cuba. The song talks about a Guajiro, which is a farmer, who sings a soulful song while swaying under the palm tree. The Guajiro's music is full of flavor and is a reflection of the region's culture.
The song moves on to talk about the Guajiro's desire to bury his sorrows and talks about his memories of Linares and the tomerin bird's flight. The Guajiro's sadness has no end, and his songs are full of sadness. The song talks about the Guajiro's desire to live in his traditional cottage where he can play his lira and forgets his sadness.
The song moves on to talk about the colorful inhabitants of the region, including Juan Pescado, who dislikes the sea even though he is named after a fish. The song also mentions Jose Dolores, who never suffers from a headache despite his name. The song has a repetitive chorus that talks about the rhythm of the music and how it is full of flavor and is a reflection of the Cuban culture.
Line by Line Meaning
Mayari, mayari, Guantánamo
Repetition of the names of two regions in Cuba, emphasizing their significance and familiarity to the singer
En esta hermosa región donde se mece la palma
Describing the beauty of the region where the palm trees sway
El guajiro con el alma canta su sabroso son
The farmer sings with all his soul his delicious 'son', a form of Cuban music
Quisiera tener el don de sepultar mis pesares
Expressing a desire to bury his sorrows
Y recuerdo los Linares y el vuelo del tomerin
Remembering specific people and a bird, adding personal and nostalgic details to the song
Mi angustia no tiene fin y hay tristeza en mis cantares
Acknowledging his ongoing feelings of anguish and sadness in his songs
Pobre típico bohio dentro de yaguas y
Guano
Depicting a humble hut made of woven palm leaves
Donde el guajiro cubano goza de paz y albedrío
Describing the simplicity of life and freedom enjoyed by Cuban farmers
Con cuánto placer lucir vivir bajo tu techadumbre
Expressing delight in living under the thatched roof of the hut
A la criolla constumbre pulsar mi sonora lira
Playing his guitar in the traditional 'criolla' style while singing his songs
Y en una broma guajira olvidar mi pesadumbre
Finding solace in the simple humor of country life to forget his sorrows
Oye mi son, mi son, mi son, de los que son, son y no son
Referring to his Cuban 'son' music as unique, ambiguous, and original
En el solar que yo vivo hay cosas originales
Living in a place where interesting and peculiar things happen
Allí son muy naturales, pero yo no las concibo
Acknowledging the naturalness of the things happening around him, but not quite understanding them
Allí vive Juan pescado y a Juan no le gusta el mar
Telling a story about Juan, the fisherman who doesn't actually like the sea
Por qué no sabe nadar y se llama Juan pescado
Questioning the irony of calling someone 'fish' who can't swim
Y vive José dolores, dolores y de cabeza,
Introducing a man named Jose Dolores, who always seems to have a headache
Y nunca José dolores, le ha dolido la cabeza
Ironically stating that Jose has never actually had a headache despite his name
Uru, ra, ra, ra cómo está Miguel
Singing a greeting to someone named Miguel with playful nonsense syllables
Después que uno vive veinte desengaños que importa uno más
Reflecting on how, after experiencing disappointment twenty times, one more doesn't matter as much.
Óyeme mi son, mi son, mi son
Que rico bueno y muy sabroson
Praising his 'son' music for being rich, good, and super tasty
Contributed by Alexandra K. Suggest a correction in the comments below.