Guantanamera
Sonora Matancera Lyrics
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Guantanamera
Guajira guantanamera
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas
Cantar mis versos del alma
Guantanamera
Cultivo una rosa blanca
En junio como en enero
Cultivo una rosa blanca
En junio como en enero
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca
Guantanamera
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmín encendido
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
The song Guantanamera by Sonora Matancera is a traditional Cuban folk song that has been covered many times by different artists around the world. The song is named after the Guajira region of Cuba, which is famous for its beautiful landscapes and music. The song starts with the repetition of the title Guantanamera, which means a woman from the town of Guantanamo, and guajira, which means a woman from the countryside.
The lyrics of the song talk about the singer himself being a sincere man from a region where palms grow. He wishes to sing his soulful verses before he dies. The singer also cultivates a white rose in June and January for his sincere friend who offers his hand. The lyrics also talk about the singer's verse being like a clear green and crimson, and that his verse is like a wounded deer seeking refuge in the mountains.
The song has a very catchy melody and rhythm which makes it a popular song to sing and dance to. The song has gained international recognition and has been translated into many languages. The lyrics have a profound meaning in the Cuban culture as it celebrates the beauty of Cuba's nature and people.
Line by Line Meaning
Guajira guantanamera
A country girl known as Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Guantanamera herself
Guajira guantanamera
A country girl known as Guantanamera
Yo soy un hombre sincero
I am an honest man
De donde crecen las palmas
From where the palm trees grow
Yo soy un hombre sincero
I am an honest man
De donde crecen las palmas
From where the palm trees grow
Y antes de morir yo quiero
And before I die, I want
Cantar mis versos del alma
To sing my soulful verses
Guantanamera
Guantanamera herself
Cultivo una rosa blanca
I cultivate a white rose
En junio como en enero
In June as in January
Cultivo una rosa blanca
I cultivate a white rose
En junio como en enero
In June as in January
Para el amigo sincero
For the sincere friend
Que me da su mano franca
Who gives me his honest hand
Guantanamera
Guantanamera herself
Mi verso es de un verde claro
My verse is of a light green
Y de un carmín encendido
And of a bright crimson
Mi verso es de un verde claro
My verse is of a light green
Y de un carmín encendido
And of a bright crimson
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
My verse is a wounded deer
Que busca en el monte amparo
Searching for shelter in the mountains
Guantanamera
Guantanamera herself
Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Written by: DIAZ JOSE FERNANDEZ, ICEA AUGUSTA AFFONSO RAMALHO
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