Lyrics Guantanamera - Wyclef Jean
Hola!
Soy
Celia
Cruz
Y
estoy
aqui
con
Wyclef,
celebrando
Carnival;
Azucar!)
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...
Verse
One:
Wyclef
Jean
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...
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