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