Teksty: Wyclef Jean. The Carnival. Guantanamera.

Hola! Soy Celia Cruz

Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando CarnivalAzucar

Guantanamera

We out here in Miami just shining

Guajila, Guantanamera

Worldwide

Guan-tana-mera

Bout to bring it to you in stereo

Guajila voy, de na meda
Yo soy un hombre sincero

That was then, this is now

Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival c'mon

De donde crecen las palmas

Spanish Harlem
Oahh-eee-ohh
Boogie Down Bronx
Oahh-eee-ohh
Manhattan
Oahh-eee-ohh
Back to Staten
Oahh-eee-ohh

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

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

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

Soy una mujer, sincera
Do you speak English?
De donde crecen las palmas
Can I buy you a drink?
Soy una mujer, sincera
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
De donde creeeeeeecen 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

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 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 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

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