Lyrics and translation Outlandish feat. Isam Bachiri, Lenny Martinez & Waqas Qadri - Guantanamo

Guantanamo

El sol calienta alla en lo alto
Y la palma real nos alumbra
Orgullo de mi tierra cubana
Aqui no hay canto en vano
Mi casa y su casa - Guantanamo
The grass is greener on my side - eh eh eh
And I got all my moros here - Guantanamo
Just me y my familia - eh eh eh
Ey chico!
Just idle the car while I run in to the super Mercado
Cop the Cuban bootleg compay Segundo
Gon' barbeque, ya know ill kebab
Only this time, no blues brotha
The vibe is Cuba
Give twenties and couple of wise words to the kids
I'm an example to them, stay in school learn buiss'
Tell'em; respect the whole nine
Respect them old folks
Take my dinner with the Don
Couscous with parmesan
The sun is about to set
Hawaiian shirts, Havana cigars
Red sky, hot breeze, ladies like the guitars
And I can assure ya ass my pueblo is ghetto
Veteran cars ain't no flat tire, just hold on
Or we can lounge in Tangier
Not the one in Vegas, naah the one in Maroc
Cruise the Atlantic, from yours to my block
Mo' hot sauce, mo' sipping, mo' palmas, mo' bailar
El son de mi cuba
Me da los buenos dias
Desayuno y al salir
Todo el mundo ya esta arriba
Oye chico subele el volumen
Me encanta ese bolero
Y esta cola para el pan
Le da la vuelta al mundo entero
Ahora ya en La Habana
Viejas calles con aire colonial
Los problemas no se ocultan
Pero hay dulzura al pasar
Las palmas como el Che
Orgullecen el paisaje
Voy cantando
De donde son los cantantes
Por mi isla mi compadre voy cruzando
Solo en shorts, con mis gafas
Mi chevy y el sol ardiente
Hoy es un dia especial
Porque hoy me voy para Orientes
A million degrees u can barely move
Plus la salsa making it hotter
In this Cohiva groove
Life is what u make it
It's that simple & plain
Sometimes u get sunshine
But 4 now we got no rain
Move it to the left
Back up a bit
Ok hold it there
We gonna watch the game
Even though the signal ain't clear
Where I'm from they call it cricket
Around here it's pelota
That's 2 great games
Coming from two proud cultures
You've seen them play their part on the streets from the start
Some of the greatest came from here you know they got heart
Role models from the block deep down in the ditch
Then they switch hit a 6
A ball left man off the pitch
Ouwee!
Lights out, ain't got no electricity for the rest of the night
We don't care, lighters up
Bounce to this beat, 'til the sun gon' come up
Mo hot sauce, mo sipping, mo palmas, mo baile
Mo sunshine
Esto va para Alamar y para el resto de mi Cuba
This goes out to Alamar and to the rest of Cuba

Guantanamo

The sun shines high above
And the royal palm illuminates us
Pride of my Cuban land
Here, no song is sung in vain
My home and your home - Guantanamo
The grass is greener on my side - eh eh eh
And I got all my people here - Guantanamo
Just me and my family - eh eh eh
Hey chico!
Just idle the car while I run into the supermarket
Grab the Cuban bootleg Compay Segundo
Gonna barbecue, you know I'll kebab
Only this time, no blues brother
The vibe is Cuba
Give twenties and a couple of wise words to the kids
I'm an example to them, stay in school, learn business
Tell them; respect the whole nine
Respect the old folks
Take my dinner with the Don
Couscous with parmesan
The sun is about to set
Hawaiian shirts, Havana cigars
Red sky, hot breeze, ladies like the guitars
And I can assure your pretty self my neighborhood is ghetto
Veteran cars, no flat tires, just hold on
Or we can lounge in Tangier
Not the one in Vegas, nah the one in Morocco
Cruise the Atlantic, from your place to my block
More hot sauce, more sipping, more palm trees, more dancing
The sound of my Cuba
Gives me good morning
Breakfast and as I leave
Everyone is already up
Hey chico, turn up the volume
I love that bolero
And this line for bread
Goes around the whole world
Now in Havana
Old streets with a colonial air
Problems aren't hidden
But there's sweetness as you pass by
The palm trees, like Che
Make the landscape proud
I go singing
Where the singers are from
Through my island, my friend, I'm crossing
Just in shorts, with my glasses
My Chevy and the burning sun
Today is a special day
Because today I'm going to Oriente
A million degrees, you can barely move
Plus the salsa making it hotter
In this Cohiba groove
Life is what you make it
It's that simple and plain
Sometimes you get sunshine
But for now, we got no rain
Move it to the left
Back up a bit
Ok hold it there
We gonna watch the game
Even though the signal ain't clear
Where I'm from they call it cricket
Around here it's pelota
That's two great games
Coming from two proud cultures
You've seen them play their part on the streets from the start
Some of the greatest came from here, you know they got heart
Role models from the block, deep down in the ditch
Then they switch hit a six
A ball left man off the pitch
Ouwee!
Lights out, ain't got no electricity for the rest of the night
We don't care, lighters up
Bounce to this beat, 'til the sun gon' come up
More hot sauce, more sipping, more palm trees, more dancing
More sunshine
This goes out to Alamar and to the rest of my Cuba
This goes out to Alamar and to the rest of Cuba