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La Bayamesa
En su alma La Bayamesa
Tristes recuerdos de tradiciones
Cuando contempla sus verdes llanos
Lágrimas vierte por sus pasiones, ay
Ella es sencilla le brinda al hombre
Virtudes todas y el corazón.
Pero se siente de la patria el grito
Pero se siente de la patria el grito
Todo lo deja todo lo quema
Ese es su lema, su religión.
In her soul, the Bayamo woman carries
Sad memories of the past
Memories of green pastures
Make her passionate tears overflow
She is so true, she brings only goodness
And love to mankind.
But she can hear her homeland crying out
But she can hear her homeland crying out
Seh has left everything, she has burnt everything
It is her life, her religion.
(Written by Sindo Garay in 1869. The lyrics tell the story of a woman from Báyamo, the first town to be liberated in the revolutionary war of 1868, who burns her house rather than let it fall into the hands of the Spanish. Our version features a new ending, arranged by Compay Segundo.)
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