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    Julio Iglesias "Guantanamera" (1981) + Lyrics
    Julio Iglesias De la Cueva (born September 23, 1943 in Madrid) is a Spanish singer who has sold over 250 million albums in 14 languages and released 77 albums and according to Sony Music he is one of the top 10 best selling music artist ever. While Iglesias rose to international prominence in the 1970s and 1980s as a performer of romantic ballads and as an iconically suave Spaniard gentleman, his success has continued as he entered new musical endeavors. Thus far, he has performed approximately 5,000 concerts."Guantanamera" ("girl from Guantnamo") is perhaps the best known Cuban song and that country's most noted patriotic song.The music for the song is regularly attributed to Jos Fernndez Diaz, known as Joseto Fernndez, who claimed to have written it at various dates (consensus puts 1929 as its year of origin), and who used it regularly in one of his radio programs. Some researchers claim that the song's structure actually came from Herminio "El Diablo" Garca Wilson, who should be credited as a co-composer. Garca's heirs took the matter to court decades later but lost the case: the Supreme Court of Cuba credited Fernndez as the sole composer of the music in 1993. Regardless of either claim, Fernndez can safely be claimed as being the first public promoter of the song, through his radio programs.Guajira (Cuban slang) for a female from the countryside (male: guajiro)I am a sincere manFrom where the palm tree growsAnd before dying I wantTo share the verses of my soul.Guantanamera, guajira, GuantanameraMy verse is light greenAnd it is flaming crimsonMy verse is a wounded deerWho seeks refuge on the mountain (or in the woods).Guantanamera, guajira, GuantanameraI cultivate a white roseIn July as in JanuaryFor the sincere friendWho gives me his honest hand.Guantanamera, guajira, GuantanameraAnd for the cruel onewho would tear out this heart with which I liveI do not cultivate nettles nor thistlesI cultivate a white rose.Guantanamera, guajira, GuantanameraWith the poor people of the earthI want to share my fateThe brook of the mountainsGives me more pleasure than the sea.Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera

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