| Song | La Bayamesa |
| Artist | Buena Vista Social Club |
| Album | Buena Vista Social Club |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| SPANISH: | |
| Lleva en su alma la bayamesa | |
| Tristes recuerdos de tradiciones | |
| Cuando contempla sus verdes llanos | |
| Lágrimas vierte por sus pasiones | |
| Ella es sencilla, le brinda al hombre | |
| Virtudes todas y el corazón | |
| Pero si siente de la Patria el grito, (BIS) | |
| Todo lo deja, todo lo quema | |
| Ese es su lema, su religión | |
| ENGLISH: | |
| In her soul, the Bayamo woman carries | |
| Sad memories of old traditions | |
| When she looks at her green pastures | |
| Tears well up in her eyes | |
| She is simple, she offers mankind | |
| All virtues and her heart | |
| But if she hears her homeland's cry | |
| She drops everything, she burns everything | |
| That is her life, her religion |
| SPANISH: | |
| Lleva en su alma la bayamesa | |
| Tristes recuerdos de tradiciones | |
| Cuando contempla sus verdes llanos | |
| La grimas vierte por sus pasiones | |
| Ella es sencilla, le brinda al hombre | |
| Virtudes todas y el corazo n | |
| Pero si siente de la Patria el grito, BIS | |
| Todo lo deja, todo lo quema | |
| Ese es su lema, su religio n | |
| ENGLISH: | |
| In her soul, the Bayamo woman carries | |
| Sad memories of old traditions | |
| When she looks at her green pastures | |
| Tears well up in her eyes | |
| She is simple, she offers mankind | |
| All virtues and her heart | |
| But if she hears her homeland' s cry | |
| She drops everything, she burns everything | |
| That is her life, her religion |
| SPANISH: | |
| Lleva en su alma la bayamesa | |
| Tristes recuerdos de tradiciones | |
| Cuando contempla sus verdes llanos | |
| Lá grimas vierte por sus pasiones | |
| Ella es sencilla, le brinda al hombre | |
| Virtudes todas y el corazó n | |
| Pero si siente de la Patria el grito, BIS | |
| Todo lo deja, todo lo quema | |
| Ese es su lema, su religió n | |
| ENGLISH: | |
| In her soul, the Bayamo woman carries | |
| Sad memories of old traditions | |
| When she looks at her green pastures | |
| Tears well up in her eyes | |
| She is simple, she offers mankind | |
| All virtues and her heart | |
| But if she hears her homeland' s cry | |
| She drops everything, she burns everything | |
| That is her life, her religion |