Pd… Musik: ฦฦ (Some source: José Fernández Diaz) .
Lyrik Sp: Jose Marti (Spain, Cuba poem) …Pd..
Lyrik Eng spoken: Pete Seeger …Pd.

Pd… (Introduccion en inglés sobre Martí)
Jose Martin was born in 1852
When he was 17 years old
He was active in the Cuban Liberation Movement
and he was exiled by the Spanish government
He spent most of his life in exile including 12 years in New York City
He wrote 70 books, poetry, novels, polemics

Pd… He's one of the greatest writers in Spanish language
At the age of 42 he went back to Cuba
This is one of his last poems because he was killed within the year in an aborted uprising
After he died people put it to a popular tune

Pd… Chorus:
Guantanamera Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera Guajira Guantanamera

Pd… Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma

Pd… Chorus

Pd… Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo

Pd… Chorus

Pd… The words mean
I am a truthful man from the land of the palm trees
And before dying I want to share these 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

Pd… The last verse says
Con los pobres de la tierra
With the poor people of this earth
I want to share my faith
The streams of the mountains pleases me more than the sea

Pd… Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace mas que el mar

Pd… Chorus…Pd.
…Pd…

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera,
Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera

Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas.
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas.
Y antes de morir me quiero
echar mis versos del alma.

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera,
Guantanamera, guajira 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.

[{Chorus}

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 flaming red

(the next verse says,)
I cultivate a 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 do not cultivate thistles nor nettles
I cultivate a white rose}]

The words mean I am a truthful man from the land of the palm trees.
And before dying, I want to share these 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 mountains please me more than the sea.

(background)
Por los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Por los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Y el arroyo de la sierra
Me complace más que el mar

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera,
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera

[wyclef jean]
Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon!
Spanish harlem!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
Boogie down bronx! oahh-eee-ohh!
Manhattan! oahh-eee-ohh!
Back to staten!
Oahh-eee-ohh!

[wyclef sings, then raps]
Guantanamera
Hey yo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajira, guantanamera
Hey, yo, I think shes eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila guan-tana-mera...

Verse one: wyclef jean

Yo, I wrote this in haiti, overlooking cuba
I asked her whats her name, she said, guantanamera
Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play
On his old forty-five when he used to be alive
She went from a young girl, to a grown woman
Like a virgin, so she sex with no average mahn
Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar
Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide
Pac woman better yet space invader
If your name was chun-li, wed be playin street fighter
Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss
A dime if you tell me that you love me

Chorus:

Guantanamera
Hey yo, Im standin at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajira, guantanamera
Yo, I think shes eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajira guan-tana-mera...

[singing in spanish, with wyclef responses]
{s}
soy una mujer sincera

{t}
(I am a sincere woman)
Do you speak english?

{s}
de donde crecen las palmas

{t}
(from where the palm tree grows)
Can I buy you a drink?

{s}
soy una mujer sincera

{t}
(I am a sincere woman)
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh

{s}
de donde creeeeeeecen las palmas

{t}
(from where the palm tree grows)
You killin me

{s}y antes de morir, yo quiero

{t}
(and before I die, I want to)
..

{s}
cantar mis versos del alma

{t}
(sing the verses in my soul)
Te quiero mama, te quiero!!

Guantanamera
Aiyyo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajira, guantanamera
Hey yo john forte, shes eyeing me from far
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajira guan-tana-mera

Verse two: lauryn hill

Yo, she was a rose in spanish harlem, mamacita beg your pardon
Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates
Pure traits of genius, goddess of black venus
Crab niggaz angry cause they cant get between us
To no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion
The lexicon of lexington, parents came from cuba
Part mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet
She like movado, and shook her hips like delgado
And broke niggaz down from the grounds to apollo
And then some, she took her act sent it to dim sum
And waited patiently while the businessmen come
Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous
And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service
This gentle flower, fertility was her power
Sweet persona, venus flytrap primadonna
Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera

[wyclef responds to singing again]
Guantanamera
Hey yo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajira guantanamera
Hey yo... I think shes eyein me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajira guan-tana-mera...

Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

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

Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

Mi verso es de un verde claro,
Y de un carmin encendido,
Mi verso es de un verde claro,
Y de un carmin encendido,
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo.

Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

Con los pobres de la tierra,
Quiero yo mi suerte echar,
Con los pobres de la tierra,
Quiero yo mi suerte echar,
El arroyo de la sierra,
Me complace mas que el mar.

Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera

Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crece la palma
Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crece la palma
Y antes de morir yo quiero cantar mis versos del alma

Estribillo:

Cultivo una rosa blanca, en julio como en enero
Cultivo una rosa blanca, en julio como en enero
Para el amigo sincero, que me da su mano franca
Estribillo (dos veces)

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

Estribillo (dos veces)

{s} hola! soy celia cruz
{t} (hi! I am celia cruz)
{s} y estoy aqui con wyclef, celebrando carnival; azucar!!)
{t} (and Im here with wyclef celebrating carnival; azucar!!)
[singing] guantanamera
[wyclef] we out here in miami just shining
[singing] guajila, guantanamera
[wyclef] worldwide
[singing] guan-tana-mera
[wyclef] bout to bring it to you in stereo
[singing] guajila voy, de na meda
Yo soy un hombre sincero
[wyclef] that was then, this is now
Welcome to the carnival, the arrival... cmon!
[singing] de donde crecen las palmas

[wyclef jean]
Spanish harlem!
Oahh-eee-ohh!
Boogie down bronx! oahh-eee-ohh!
Manhattan! oahh-eee-ohh!
Back to staten!
Oahh-eee-ohh!

[wyclef sings, then raps]
Guantanamera
Hey yo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajila, guantanamera
Hey, yo, I think shes eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila guan-tana-mera...

Verse one: wyclef jean

Yo, I wrote this in haiti, overlooking cuba
I asked her whats her name, she said, guantanamera
Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play
On his old forty-five when he used to be alive
She went from a young girl, to a grown woman
Like a virgin, so she sex with no average mahn
Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar
Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide
Pac woman better yet space invader
If your name was chun-li, wed be playin street fighter
Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss
A dime if you tell me that you love me

Chorus:

Guantanamera
Hey yo, Im standin at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajila, guantanamera
Yo, I think shes eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila guan-tana-mera...

[singing in spanish, with wyclef responses]
{s} soy una mujer, sincera
{t} (I am a sincere woman)
Do you speak english?
{s} de donde crecen las palmas
{t} (from where the palm tree grows)
Can I buy you a drink?
{s} soy una mujer, sincera
{t} (I am a sincere woman)
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
{s} de donde creeeeeeecen las palmas
{t} (from where the palm tree grows)
You killin me
{s} y antes de morir, yo quiero
{t} (and before I die, I want to)
..
{s} cantar mis versos del alma
{t} (sing the verses in my heart)
Te quiero mama, te quiero!!

Guantanamera
Aiyyo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajila, guantanamera
Hey yo john forte, shes eyeing me from far
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila guan-tana-mera

Verse two: lauryn hill

Yo, she was a rose in spanish harlem, mamacita beg your pardon
Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates
Pure traits of genius, goddess of black venus
Crab niggaz angry cause they cant get between us
To no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion
The lexicon of lexington, parents came from cuba
Part mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet
She like movado, and shook her hips like delgado
And broke niggaz down from the grounds to apollo
And then some, she took her act sent it to dim sum
And waited patiently while the businessmen come
Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous
And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service
This gentle flower, fertility was her power
Sweet persona, venus flytrap primadonna
Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera

[wyclef responds to singing again]
Guantanamera
Hey yo Im standing at the bar with a, cuban cigar
Guajila guantanamera
Hey yo... I think shes eyein me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila guan-tana-mera...

Hola! Soy Celia Cruz
Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando el Carnival
Azucar!!
[singing] Guantanamera
[Wyclef] We out here in Miami just shining
[singing] Guajila, Guantanamera
[Wyclef] Worldwide
[singing] Guan-tana-mera
[Wyclef] Bout to bring it to you in stereo
[singing] Guajila, Guantanamera
Yo soy un hombre sincero
[Wyclef] That was then, this is now
Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon!

[Wyclef Jean]
Spanish Harlem! Oahh-eee-ohh!
Boogie Down Bronx! Oahh-eee-ohh!
Manhattan! Oahh-eee-ohh!
Back to Staten! Oahh-eee-ohh!

[Wyclef sings, then raps]
Guantanamera
Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila, Guantanamera
Hey, yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera...

Verse One: Wyclef Jean

Yo, I wrote this in Haiti, overlooking Cuba
I asked her what's her name, she said, 'Guantanamera'
Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play
On his old forty-five when he used to be alive
She went from a young girl, to a grown woman
Like a Virgin, so she sex with no average mahn
Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar
Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide
Pac Woman better yet Space Invader
If your name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street Fighter
Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss
A dime if you tell me that you love me

Chorus:

Guantanamera
Hey yo, I'm standin at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila, Guantanamera
Yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera...

[singing in Spanish, with Wyclef responses]
Soy una mujer, sincera
Do you speak English?
De donde crecen las palmas
Can I buy you a drink?
[man joins in] Soy una mujer, sincera
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
De donde crecen las palmas
You killin me
Y antes de morir, yo quiero
Cantar mis versos del alma
Te quiero mama, te quiero!!

Guantanamera
Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila, Guantanamera
Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from far
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera

Verse Two: Lauryn Hill

Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamasita beg your pardon
Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates
Pure traits of genius, Goddess of Black Venus
Crab niggaz angry cause they can't get between us
to no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion
The lexicon of Lexington, parents came from Cuba
Part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet
She like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado
And broke niggaz down from the Grounds to Apollo
and then some, she took her act sent it to ?demp sum?
And waited patiently while the businessmen come
Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous
And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service
This gentle flower, fertility was her power
Sweet persona, Venus Flytrap primadonna
Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera

[Wyclef responds to singing again]
Guantanamera
Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
Guajila Guantanamera
Hey yo... I think she's eyein me from afar
Guan-tana-mera...
Guajila Guan-tana-mera...

Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera.

C'etait un homme en deroute
C'etait un frere sans doute
Il n'avait ni liens, ni place
Et sur les routes de l'exil
Sur les sentiers, sur les places
Il me parlait de sa ville

Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera.

Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma
Y antes de morir me quiero
Echar mis versos del alma
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carm'n encendido
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo
Por los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Y el arroyo de la sierra
Me complace mas que el mar

Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera.

Il me reste toute la terre
Mais je n'en demandais pas autant
Quand j'ai passe la frontiere
Il n'y avait plus rien devant
J'allais d'escale en escale
Loin de ma terre natale

Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera.

Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma

Chorus:
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera

Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo

Chorus

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 flaming red

(the next verse says,)
I cultivate a 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 do not cultivate thistles nor nettles
I cultivate a white rose

Cultivo la rosa blanca
En junio como en enero
Qultivo la rosa blanca
En junio como en enero
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca

Chorus

Y para el cruel que me arranca
El corazon con que vivo
Y para el cruel que me arranca
El corazon con que vivo
Cardo ni ortiga cultivo
Cultivo la rosa blanca

Chorus

Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace mas que el mar