Guantanamera (En Vivo) Lyrics
| Song | Guantanamera (En Vivo) |
| Artist | León Gieco |
| Album | Gieco Y Heredia En Vivo |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hola, soy Celia Cr鷝, y estoy aqui con Wyclef celebrando el | |
| carnaval! Azucar! | |
| Guantanamera | |
| Guajira, guantanamera (Wyclef) Worldwide! | |
| Guantanamera (Wyclef) I can bring it to your stereo.. | |
| Guajira, guantanamera (Wyclef) That was then... | |
| Yo soy un hombre sincero (Wyclef) this is now... | |
| Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival. | |
| COME ON! | |
| Spanish Harlem (ooooey-o), | |
| Boogie Down folks (ooooey-o), | |
| Manhattan (ooooey-o), | |
| back to Staten (ooooey-o), | |
| guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a.. Cuban cigar) | |
| guajira, guantanamera (hey yo I think she's eyeeing me from far) | |
| guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera..... | |
| 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 45 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 man, keep the figure, | |
| move like a caterpillar, fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel the glide, | |
| part woman very yet space invader, if your name was Chun-Li we'd be playing | |
| Street Fighter.---A penny for your thought, a nickel for your kiss, a dime if | |
| you tell me that you love me. (Come On!) | |
| Guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar) | |
| guajira, guantanamera (yo I think she's eyeeing me from far) | |
| guantanamera, | |
| guajira, guantanamera..... | |
| Soy una mujer sincera..(Wyclef) Do you speak English? | |
| De donde crece la palma (Wyclef) Can I buy you a drink? | |
| Soy una mujer sincera..(Wyclef) uh-huh-uh-huh! | |
| De donde crece la palma! (Wyclef) You killin... | |
| Te quiero mam? te quiero! | |
| Guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar) | |
| guajira, guantanamera (hey yo, John Forte, she's eyeeing me from far) | |
| guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera..... | |
| yo... she was a Rosa Spanish | |
| Harlem mamacita beg your pardon, makes mistakes at a faster rate than she | |
| fornicates, her traits of genius, goddess of black venus, crab niggas angry | |
| cuz they can't get between us, todon sin lexian, smooth complex-ion, lexicon | |
| in Lexington, parents came from Cuba, part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to | |
| her feet, she like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado, and broke niggas | |
| down from the Grounds to Apollo and then some! She took an accident to Dempson | |
| and waited patiently while the businessmen come, call late on purpose, got | |
| even politicians nervous, and made plans to infiltrate street's secret | |
| service, this gentle flower, fertility was a power, sweet persona, venus | |
| flytrap Prima Donna, que sera que sera, she turned dinero to dinera.... | |
| Guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar) | |
| guajira, guantanamera (hey-yo I think she's eyeeing me from far) | |
| guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera. | |
| A boy like that? He killed his brother? He kill'd his motha! Fuck, | |
| he killed his brother.... | |
| Sang happy to the NYC, to New Jersey...... |
| Hola, soy Celia Cr bi, y estoy aqui con Wyclef celebrando el | |
| carnaval! Azucar! | |
| Guantanamera | |
| Guajira, guantanamera Wyclef Worldwide! | |
| Guantanamera Wyclef I can bring it to your stereo.. | |
| Guajira, guantanamera Wyclef That was then... | |
| Yo soy un hombre sincero Wyclef this is now... | |
| Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival. | |
| COME ON! | |
| Spanish Harlem ooooeyo, | |
| Boogie Down folks ooooeyo, | |
| Manhattan ooooeyo, | |
| back to Staten ooooeyo, | |
| guantanamera hey yo I' m standing at the bar with a.. Cuban cigar | |
| guajira, guantanamera hey yo I think she' s eyeeing me from far | |
| guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera..... | |
| 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 45 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 man, keep the figure, | |
| move like a caterpillar, fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel the glide, | |
| part woman very yet space invader, if your name was ChunLi we' d be playing | |
| Street Fighter. A penny for your thought, a nickel for your kiss, a dime if | |
| you tell me that you love me. Come On! | |
| Guantanamera hey yo I' m standing at the bar with a Cuban cigar | |
| guajira, guantanamera yo I think she' s eyeeing me from far | |
| guantanamera, | |
| guajira, guantanamera..... | |
| Soy una mujer sincera.. Wyclef Do you speak English? | |
| De donde crece la palma Wyclef Can I buy you a drink? | |
| Soy una mujer sincera.. Wyclef uhhuhuhhuh! | |
| De donde crece la palma! Wyclef You killin... | |
| Te quiero mam? te quiero! | |
| Guantanamera hey yo I' m standing at the bar with a Cuban cigar | |
| guajira, guantanamera hey yo, John Forte, she' s eyeeing me from far | |
| guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera..... | |
| yo... she was a Rosa Spanish | |
| Harlem mamacita beg your pardon, makes mistakes at a faster rate than she | |
| fornicates, her traits of genius, goddess of black venus, crab niggas angry | |
| cuz they can' t get between us, todon sin lexian, smooth complexion, lexicon | |
| in Lexington, parents came from Cuba, part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to | |
| her feet, she like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado, and broke niggas | |
| down from the Grounds to Apollo and then some! She took an accident to Dempson | |
| and waited patiently while the businessmen come, call late on purpose, got | |
| even politicians nervous, and made plans to infiltrate street' s secret | |
| service, this gentle flower, fertility was a power, sweet persona, venus | |
| flytrap Prima Donna, que sera que sera, she turned dinero to dinera.... | |
| Guantanamera hey yo I' m standing at the bar with a Cuban cigar | |
| guajira, guantanamera heyyo I think she' s eyeeing me from far | |
| guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera. | |
| A boy like that? He killed his brother? He kill' d his motha! Fuck, | |
| he killed his brother.... | |
| Sang happy to the NYC, to New Jersey...... |
| Hola, soy Celia Cr bì, y estoy aqui con Wyclef celebrando el | |
| carnaval! Azucar! | |
| Guantanamera | |
| Guajira, guantanamera Wyclef Worldwide! | |
| Guantanamera Wyclef I can bring it to your stereo.. | |
| Guajira, guantanamera Wyclef That was then... | |
| Yo soy un hombre sincero Wyclef this is now... | |
| Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival. | |
| COME ON! | |
| Spanish Harlem ooooeyo, | |
| Boogie Down folks ooooeyo, | |
| Manhattan ooooeyo, | |
| back to Staten ooooeyo, | |
| guantanamera hey yo I' m standing at the bar with a.. Cuban cigar | |
| guajira, guantanamera hey yo I think she' s eyeeing me from far | |
| guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera..... | |
| 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 45 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 man, keep the figure, | |
| move like a caterpillar, fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel the glide, | |
| part woman very yet space invader, if your name was ChunLi we' d be playing | |
| Street Fighter. A penny for your thought, a nickel for your kiss, a dime if | |
| you tell me that you love me. Come On! | |
| Guantanamera hey yo I' m standing at the bar with a Cuban cigar | |
| guajira, guantanamera yo I think she' s eyeeing me from far | |
| guantanamera, | |
| guajira, guantanamera..... | |
| Soy una mujer sincera.. Wyclef Do you speak English? | |
| De donde crece la palma Wyclef Can I buy you a drink? | |
| Soy una mujer sincera.. Wyclef uhhuhuhhuh! | |
| De donde crece la palma! Wyclef You killin... | |
| Te quiero mam? te quiero! | |
| Guantanamera hey yo I' m standing at the bar with a Cuban cigar | |
| guajira, guantanamera hey yo, John Forte, she' s eyeeing me from far | |
| guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera..... | |
| yo... she was a Rosa Spanish | |
| Harlem mamacita beg your pardon, makes mistakes at a faster rate than she | |
| fornicates, her traits of genius, goddess of black venus, crab niggas angry | |
| cuz they can' t get between us, todon sin lexian, smooth complexion, lexicon | |
| in Lexington, parents came from Cuba, part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to | |
| her feet, she like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado, and broke niggas | |
| down from the Grounds to Apollo and then some! She took an accident to Dempson | |
| and waited patiently while the businessmen come, call late on purpose, got | |
| even politicians nervous, and made plans to infiltrate street' s secret | |
| service, this gentle flower, fertility was a power, sweet persona, venus | |
| flytrap Prima Donna, que sera que sera, she turned dinero to dinera.... | |
| Guantanamera hey yo I' m standing at the bar with a Cuban cigar | |
| guajira, guantanamera heyyo I think she' s eyeeing me from far | |
| guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera. | |
| A boy like that? He killed his brother? He kill' d his motha! Fuck, | |
| he killed his brother.... | |
| Sang happy to the NYC, to New Jersey...... |
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