Guajira - Santana

[ti:Guantanamera]
[ar:Wyclef Jean]
[by:]
[la:uk]
Jean Wyclef
Guantanamera
[00:00.00]Hola, soy Celia Cr鷝, y estoy aqui con Wyclef celebrando el
[00:05.00]carnaval! Azucar!
[00:07.00]Guantanamera
[00:10.00]Guajira, guantanamera (Wyclef) Worldwide!
[00:14.00]Guantanamera (Wyclef) I can bring it to your stereo..
[00:18.00]Guajira, guantanamera (Wyclef) That was then...
[00:22.00]Yo soy un hombre sincero (Wyclef) this is now...
[00:28.00]Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival.
[00:34.00]COME ON!
[00:35.00]Spanish Harlem (ooooey-o),
[00:38.00]Boogie Down folks (ooooey-o),
[00:40.00]Manhattan (ooooey-o),
[00:43.00]back to Staten (ooooey-o),
[00:46.00]guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a.. Cuban cigar)
[00:51.00]guajira, guantanamera (hey yo I think she's eyeeing me from far)
[00:58.00]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.....
[01:08.00]Yo, I wrote this in Haiti overlooking Cuba. I asked her what's her
[01:11.00]name she said Guantanamera, remind me of an old Latin song, my uncle used to
[01:16.00]play, on his old 45 when he used to be alive. She went from a young girl to a
[01:21.00]grown woman like a VIRGIN, so she sex with no average man, keep the figure,
[01:26.00]move like a caterpillar, fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel the glide,
[01:30.00]part woman very yet space invader, if your name was Chun-Li we'd be playing
[01:35.00]Street Fighter.---A penny for your thought, a nickel for your kiss, a dime if
[01:39.00]you tell me that you love me. (Come On!)
[01:41.00]Guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)
[01:45.00]guajira, guantanamera (yo I think she's eyeeing me from far)
[01:52.00]guantanamera,
[01:56.00]guajira, guantanamera.....
[02:03.00]Soy una mujer sincera..(Wyclef) Do you speak English?
[02:09.00]De donde crece la palma (Wyclef) Can I buy you a drink?
[02:14.00]Soy una mujer sincera..(Wyclef) uh-huh-uh-huh!
[02:19.00]De donde crece la palma! (Wyclef) You killin...
[02:24Y antes de morir, yo quiero..cantar mis versos del alma.
[02:34.00]Te quiero mam? te quiero!
[02:36.00]Guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)
[02:40.00]guajira, guantanamera (hey yo, John Forte, she's eyeeing me from far)
[02:47.00]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.....
[02:57.00]yo... she was a Rosa Spanish
[02:59.00]Harlem mamacita beg your pardon, makes mistakes at a faster rate than she
[03:02.00]fornicates, her traits of genius, goddess of black venus, crab niggas angry
[03:07.00]cuz they can't get between us, todon sin lexian, smooth complex-ion, lexicon
[03:11.00]in Lexington, parents came from Cuba, part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to
[03:16.00]her feet, she like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado, and broke niggas
[03:20.00]down from the Grounds to Apollo and then some! She took an accident to Dempson
[03:24.00]and waited patiently while the businessmen come, call late on purpose, got
[03:29.00]even politicians nervous, and made plans to infiltrate street's secret
[03:33.00]service, this gentle flower, fertility was a power, sweet persona, venus
[03:37.00]flytrap Prima Donna, que sera que sera, she turned dinero to dinera....
[03:41.00]Guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)
[03:46.00]guajira, guantanamera (hey-yo I think she's eyeeing me from far)
[03:52.00]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.
[04:03.00]A boy like that? He killed his brother? He kill'd his motha! Fuck,
[04:08.00]he killed his brother....
[04:11.00]Sang happy to the NYC, to New Jersey......