《Guantanamera》歌词

[00:03:37] Jean Wyclef

[00:03:37] Guantanamera

[00:03:37] Hola, soy Celia Cr, y estoy aqui con Wyclef celebrando el

[00:03:37] carnaval! Azucar!

[00:03:37] Guantanamera

[00:03:37] Guajira, guantanamera (Wyclef) Worldwide!

[00:03:37] Guantanamera (Wyclef) I can bring it to your stereo..

[00:03:37] Guajira, guantanamera (Wyclef) That was then...

[00:03:37] Yo soy un hombre sincero (Wyclef) this is now...

[00:03:37] Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival.

[00:03:37] COME ON!

[00:03:37] Spanish Harlem (ooooey-o),

[00:03:37] Boogie Down folks (ooooey-o),

[00:03:37] Manhattan (ooooey-o),

[00:03:37] back to Staten (ooooey-o),

[00:03:37] guantanamera (hey yo Im standing at the bar with a.. Cuban cigar)

[00:03:37] guajira, guantanamera (hey yo I think shes eyeeing me from far)

[00:03:37] guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.....

[00:03:37] Yo, I wrote this in Haiti overlooking Cuba. I asked her whats her

[00:03:37] name she said Guantanamera, remind me of an old Latin song, my uncle used to

[00:03:37] play, on his old 45 when he used to be alive. She went from a young girl to a

[00:03:37] grown woman like a VIRGIN, so she sex with no average man, keep the figure,

[00:03:37] move like a caterpillar, fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel the glide,

[00:03:37] part woman very yet space invader, if your name was Chun-Li wed be playing

[00:03:37] Street Fighter.---A penny for your thought, a nickel for your kiss, a dime if

[00:03:37] you tell me that you love me. (Come On!)

[00:03:37] Guantanamera (hey yo Im standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)

[00:03:37] guajira, guantanamera (yo I think shes eyeeing me from far)

[00:03:37] guantanamera,

[00:03:37] guajira, guantanamera.....

[00:03:37] Soy una mujer sincera..(Wyclef) Do you speak English?

[00:03:37] De donde crece la palma (Wyclef) Can I buy you a drink?

[00:03:37] Soy una mujer sincera..(Wyclef) uh-huh-uh-huh!

[00:03:37] De donde crece la palma! (Wyclef) You killin...

[00:03:37] [02:24Y antes de morir, yo quiero..cantar mis versos del alma.

[00:03:37] Te quiero mam? te quiero!

[00:03:37] Guantanamera (hey yo Im standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)

[00:03:37] guajira, guantanamera (hey yo, John Forte, shes eyeeing me from far)

[00:03:37] guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.....

[00:03:37] yo... she was a Rosa Spanish

[00:03:37] Harlem mamacita beg your pardon, makes mistakes at a faster rate than she

[00:03:37] fornicates, her traits of genius, goddess of black venus, crab niggas angry

[00:03:37] cuz they cant get between us, todon sin lexian, smooth complex-ion, lexicon

[00:03:37] in Lexington, parents came from Cuba, part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to

[00:03:37] her feet, she like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado, and broke niggas

[00:03:37] down from the Grounds to Apollo and then some! She took an accident to Dempson

[00:03:37] and waited patiently while the businessmen come, call late on purpose, got

[00:03:37] even politicians nervous, and made plans to infiltrate streets secret

[00:03:37] service, this gentle flower, fertility was a power, sweet persona, venus

[00:03:37] flytrap Prima Donna, que sera que sera, she turned dinero to dinera....

[00:03:37] Guantanamera (hey yo Im standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar)

[00:03:37] guajira, guantanamera (hey-yo I think shes eyeeing me from far)

[00:03:37] guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.

[00:03:37] A boy like that? He killed his brother? He killd his motha! F**k,

[00:03:37] he killed his brother....