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I woke up with a craving for the Celia Cruz version of-Guantanamera
and God was it good when I got it!
Although listening to it gave me the desire to hang my laundry on the line put rum in the blender and invite a bunch of boys over for an impromptu party but it was only 9AM…………..so I just shook my head real hard and got over that train of thought.
I wanted to modify because this is such a classic song but if you don’t understand all of the Spanish, it begs for some translation because the lyrics are really interesting and unusual.
I am a truthful man
From where the palm tree grows
And before dying I want
To let out the verses of my soulMy verse is light green
And it is flaming red
My verse is a wounded stag
Who seeks refuge on the mountainI grow a white rose
In July just as in January
For the honest friend
Who gives me his open handWith the poor people of the earth
I want to cast my lot
The brook of the mountains
Gives me more pleasure than the seaYo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma
Guantanamera, guajira GuantanameraMi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmÃn encendido
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo
Guantanamera, guajira GuantanameraCultivo una rosa blanca
En julio como en enero
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca
Guantanamera, guajira GuantanameraCon los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace más que el mar
Guantanamera, guajira GuantanameraI woke up with a craving for the Celia Cruz version of-Guantanamera
and God was it good when I got it!
Although listening to it gave me the desire to hang my laundry on the line put rum in the blender and invite a bunch of boys over for an impromptu party but it was only 9AM…………..so I just shook my head real hard and got over that train of thought.
I wanted to modify because this is such a classic song but if you don’t understand all of the Spanish, it begs for some translation because the lyrics are really interesting and unusual.
I am a truthful man
From where the palm tree grows
And before dying I want
To let out the verses of my soulMy verse is light green
And it is flaming red
My verse is a wounded stag
Who seeks refuge on the mountainI grow a white rose
In July just as in January
For the honest friend
Who gives me his open handWith the poor people of the earth
I want to cast my lot
The brook of the mountains
Gives me more pleasure than the seaYo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma
Guantanamera, guajira GuantanameraMi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmÃn encendido
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo
Guantanamera, guajira GuantanameraCultivo una rosa blanca
En julio como en enero
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca
Guantanamera, guajira GuantanameraCon los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace más que el mar
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera"deepsIush " wrote:Thalia Zedek – 1926I love that song.’New York 1926 and I look different’
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