Guantanamera Cifras

This song is in the key of Ab
Capo I to play along G at\
https://youtu.be/1RuzmxghdrI
 
[Intro]
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José Martí was born in 1853. When he was 17 years old, he was active in the
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Cuban liberation movement and he was exiled by the Spanish governor.
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He spent most of his life in exile including 12 years in New York City.
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He wrote 70 books, poetry, novels, polemics. He’s one of the greatest writers
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in the Spanish Language. At the age of 42, he went back to Cuba. This is one
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of his last poems, as he was killed within the year in an aborted uprising.
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After he died, people put it to a popular tune.
 
[Chorus]
Dm            G            C       Dm     G
Guantanamera,     guajira, Guantanamera
C        Dm G            C        Dm G
Guantana me ra, guajira, Guantana me ra
 
[Verse]
          C         Dm      G
Yo soy un hombre sincero,
         C          Dm      G
de donde crecen las palmas
          C         Dm      G
Yo soy un hombre sincero,
         C          Dm      G
de donde crecen las palmas
           C       Dm   G
Y antes de morirme quiero
          C          Dm  G
echar mis versos del al  ma
 
[Chorus]
Dm            G            C       Dm     G
Guantanamera,     guajira, Guantanamera
C        Dm G            C        Dm G
Guantana me ra, guajira, Guantana me ra
 
[Verse]
            C     Dm    G
Mi verso es de un verde claro
        C        Dm        G
y de un carmin encendido
         C         Dm     G
Mi verso es de un verde claro
        C    Dm       G
y de un car  min encendido
         C          Dm    G
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
                C     Dm   G
que busca en el monte amparo
 
[Chorus]
F             G            C       Dm     G
Guantanamera,     guajira, Guantanamera
C        Dm G            C        F G
Guantana me ra, guajira, Guantana me ra
 
[Interlude Spoken]
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The words mean:I am a truthful man from this land of palm trees,
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and before dying I want to share these poems of my soul.
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My poems are a soft green my poems are also flaming crimson.
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My poems are like a wounded fawn seeking refuge in the forest.
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The last verse says: “Con los pobres de la tierra ”  With
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the poor people of this earth I want to share my fate.
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The streams of the mountain pleases me more than the sea.
 
[Verse]
                     Dm       G
Con los pobres de la tierra
       C           Dm      G
quiero yo misuerte echar
           C         Dm      G
Con los pobres de la tierra
       F            G
quiero yo mi suerte echar
                Dm  G
El arroyo de la sierra
G
me complace mas que el mar
 
[Outro]
F             G            C            G
Guantanamera,     guajira, Guantanamera
C        F  G            C        F  G
Guantana me ra, guajira, Guantana me ra
Once more (Spoken)
F             G            C            G
Guantanamera,     guajira, Guantanamera
C        F  G            C        F  G
Guantana me ra, guajira, Guantana me ra
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