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De Alto Cedro voy para Macané Luego a Cueto voy para Mayarí El cariño que te tengo No te lo puedo negar Se me sale la babita Yo no lo puedo evitar Cuando Juanica y Chan Chan En el mar cernían arena Como sacudía el 'jibe' A Chan Chan le daba pena Limpia el camino de paja Que yo me quiero sentar En aquel tronco que veo Y así no puedo llegar [6x] De Alto Cedro voy para Macané Luego a Cueto voy para Mayarí |
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indicates the actual words in spanish indicates the translation into english
Hola! Soy Celia Cruz (Hi! I am Celia Cruz) Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando Carnival; Azucar!!) (And I'm here with Wyclef celebrating 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 [Wyclef] That was then, this is now Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon! [singing] 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... 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... [singing in Spanish, with Wyclef responses] {S} Soy una mujer, sincera {T} (I am a sincere woman) Do you speak English? {S} De donde crecen las palmas {T} (From where the palm tree grows) Can I buy you a drink? {S} Soy una mujer, sincera {T} (I am a sincere woman) Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh {S} De donde creeeeeeecen las palmas {T} (From where the palm tree grows) You killin me {S} Y antes de morir, yo quiero {T} (And before I die, I want to) .. {S} cantar mis versos del alma {T} (sing the s in my heart) 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 Two: Lauryn Hill 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 s 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 [Wyclef responds to singing again] 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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De Alto Cedro voy para Macané Luego a Cueto voy para Mayarí El cariño que te tengo No te lo puedo negar Se me sale la babita Yo no lo puedo evitar Cuando Juanica y Chan Chan En el mar cernían arena Como sacudía el 'jibe' A Chan Chan le daba pena Limpia el camino de paja Que yo me quiero sentar En aquel tronco que veo Y así no puedo llegar [6x] De Alto Cedro voy para Macané Luego a Cueto voy para Mayarí |
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