"Guantanamera" - WYCLEF JEAN - Lyrics
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{S} indicates the actual words in spanish
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{T} indicates the translation into english
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{S} Hola! Soy Celia Cruz
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{T} (Hi! I am Celia Cruz)
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{S} Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando Carnival;
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Azucar!!)
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{T} (And I'm here with Wyclef celebrating Carnival;
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Azucar!!)
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[singing] Guantanamera
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[Wyclef] We out here in Miami just shining
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[singing] Guajila, Guantanamera
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[Wyclef] Worldwide
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[singing] Guan-tana-mera
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[Wyclef] Bout to bring it to you in stereo
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[singing] Guajila voy, de na meda
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Yo soy un hombre sincero
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[Wyclef] That was then, this is now
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Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival...
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c'mon!
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[singing] De donde crecen las palmas
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[Wyclef Jean]
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Spanish Harlem! Oahh-eee-ohh!
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Boogie Down Bronx! Oahh-eee-ohh!
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Manhattan! Oahh-eee-ohh!
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Back to Staten! Oahh-eee-ohh!
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[Wyclef sings, then raps]
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Guantanamera
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Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
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Guajila, Guantanamera
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Hey, yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar
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Guan-tana-mera...
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Guajila Guan-tana-mera...
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Verse One: Wyclef Jean
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Yo, I wrote this in Haiti, overlooking Cuba
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I asked her what's her name, she said, 'Guantanamera'
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Remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to play
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On his old forty-five when he used to be alive
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She went from a young girl, to a grown woman
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Like a Virgin, so she sex with no average mahn
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Peep the figure, move like a caterpillar
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Fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel her glide
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Pac Woman better yet Space Invader
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If your name was Chun-Li, we'd be playin Street Fighter
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Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss
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A dime if you tell me that you love me
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Chorus:
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Guantanamera
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Hey yo, I'm standin at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
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Guajila, Guantanamera
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Yo, I think she's eyeing me from afar
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Guan-tana-mera...
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Guajila Guan-tana-mera...
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[singing in Spanish, with Wyclef responses]
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{S} Soy una mujer, sincera
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{T} (I am a sincere woman)
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Do you speak English?
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{S} De donde crecen las palmas
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{T} (From where the palm tree grows)
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Can I buy you a drink?
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{S} Soy una mujer, sincera
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{T} (I am a sincere woman)
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Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
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{S} De donde creeeeeeecen las palmas
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{T} (From where the palm tree grows)
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You killin me
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{S} Y antes de morir, yo quiero
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{T} (And before I die, I want to)
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..
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{S} cantar mis versos del alma
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{T} (sing the verses in my heart)
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Te quiero mama, te quiero!!
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Guantanamera
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Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
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Guajila, Guantanamera
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Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from far
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Guan-tana-mera...
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Guajila Guan-tana-mera
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Verse Two: Lauryn Hill
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Yo, she was a rose in Spanish Harlem, mamacita beg your pardon
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Make stakes at a faster rate then she fornicates
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Pure traits of genius, Goddess of Black Venus
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Crab niggaz angry cause they can't get between us
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to no sele-xion, smooth complex-ion
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The lexicon of Lexington, parents came from Cuba
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Part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to her feet
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She like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado
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And broke niggaz down from the Grounds to Apollo
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and then some, she took her act sent it to dim sum
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And waited patiently while the businessmen come
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Call late on purpose, got even politicians nervous
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And made plans to infiltrate the street secret service
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This gentle flower, fertility was her power
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Sweet persona, Venus Flytrap primadonna
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Que sera que sera she turned dinero to dinera
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[Wyclef responds to singing again]
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Guantanamera
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Hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar
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Guajila Guantanamera
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Hey yo... I think she's eyein me from afar
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Guan-tana-mera...
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Guajila Guan-tana-mera...
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Guantanamera ( Remix )
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Wyclef Jean |