Hola, soy Celia Crúz, y estoy aqui con Wyclef celebrando el

[ar:Wyclef Jean]
[ti:Guantanamera]
[la:uk]
[by:Juvenal]
Jean Wyclef
Guantanamera

[00:00]Hola, soy Celia Crúz, y estoy aqui con Wyclef celebrando el
[00:05]carnaval! Azucar!
[00:07]Guantanamera
[00:10]Guajira, guantanamera (Wyclef) Worldwide!
[00:14]Guantanamera (Wyclef) I can bring it to your stereo..
[00:18]Guajira, guantanamera (Wyclef) That was then...
[00:22]Yo soy un hombre sincero (Wyclef) this is now...

[00:28]Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival.
[00:34]COME ON!
[00:35]Spanish Harlem (ooooey-o),
[00:38]Boogie Down folks (ooooey-o),
[00:40]Manhattan (ooooey-o),
[00:43]back to Staten (ooooey-o),
[00:46]guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a.. Cuban cigar)
[00:51]guajira, guantanamera (hey yo I think she's eyeeing me from far)
[00:58]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.....

[01:08]Yo, I wrote this in Haiti overlooking Cuba. I asked her what's her
[01:11]name she said Guantanamera, remind me of an old Latin song, my uncle used to
[01:16]play, on his old 45 when he used to be alive. She went from a young girl to a
[01:21]grown woman like a VIRGIN, so she sex with no average man, keep the figure,
[01:26]move like a caterpillar, fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel the glide,
[01:30]part woman very yet space invader, if your name was Chun-Li we'd be playing
[01:35]Street Fighter.---A penny for your thought, a nickel for your kiss, a dime if
[01:39]you tell me that you love me. (Come On!)

[01:41]Guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)
[01:45]guajira, guantanamera (yo I think she's eyeeing me from far)
[01:52]guantanamera,
[01:56]guajira, guantanamera.....

[02:03]Soy una mujer sincera..(Wyclef) Do you speak English?
[02:09]De donde crece la palma (Wyclef) Can I buy you a drink?
[02:14]Soy una mujer sincera..(Wyclef) uh-huh-uh-huh!
[02:19]De donde crece la palma! (Wyclef) You killin...
[02:24Y antes de morir, yo quiero..cantar mis versos del alma.
[02:34]Te quiero mamá, te quiero!

[02:36]Guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)
[02:40]guajira, guantanamera (hey yo, John Forte, she's eyeeing me from far)
[02:47]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.....

[02:57]yo... she was a Rosa Spanish
[02:59]Harlem mamacita beg your pardon, makes mistakes at a faster rate than she
[03:02]fornicates, her traits of genius, goddess of black venus, crab niggas angry
[03:07]cuz they can't get between us, todon sin lexian, smooth complex-ion, lexicon
[03:11]in Lexington, parents came from Cuba, part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to
[03:16]her feet, she like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado, and broke niggas
[03:20]down from the Grounds to Apollo and then some! She took an accident to Dempson
[03:24]and waited patiently while the businessmen come, call late on purpose, got
[03:29]even politicians nervous, and made plans to infiltrate street's secret
[03:33]service, this gentle flower, fertility was a power, sweet persona, venus
[03:37]flytrap Prima Donna, que sera que sera, she turned dinero to dinera....

[03:41]Guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)
[03:46]guajira, guantanamera (hey-yo I think she's eyeeing me from far)
[03:52]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.

[04:03]A boy like that? He killed his brother? He kill'd his motha! Fuck,
[04:08]he killed his brother....

[04:11]Sang happy to the NYC, to New Jersey......