| Song | Guantanamera |
| Artist | Tino Rossi |
| Album | eternel tino |
| [02:24Y antes de morir, yo quiero..cantar mis versos del alma. | |
| [00:00.00] | Hola, soy Celia Cr鷝, y estoy aqui con Wyclef celebrando el |
| [00:05.00] | carnaval! Azucar! |
| [00:07.00] | Guantanamera |
| [00:10.00] | Guajira, guantanamera (Wyclef) Worldwide! |
| [00:14.00] | Guantanamera (Wyclef) I can bring it to your stereo.. |
| [00:18.00] | Guajira, guantanamera (Wyclef) That was then... |
| [00:22.00] | Yo soy un hombre sincero (Wyclef) this is now... |
| [00:28.00] | Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival. |
| [00:34.00] | COME ON! |
| [00:35.00] | Spanish Harlem (ooooey-o), |
| [00:38.00] | Boogie Down folks (ooooey-o), |
| [00:40.00] | Manhattan (ooooey-o), |
| [00:43.00] | back to Staten (ooooey-o), |
| [00:46.00] | guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a.. Cuban cigar) |
| [00:51.00] | guajira, guantanamera (hey yo I think she's eyeeing me from far) |
| [00:58.00] | guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera..... |
| [01:08.00] | Yo, I wrote this in Haiti overlooking Cuba. I asked her what's her |
| [01:11.00] | name she said Guantanamera, remind me of an old Latin song, my uncle used to |
| [01:16.00] | play, on his old 45 when he used to be alive. She went from a young girl to a |
| [01:21.00] | grown woman like a VIRGIN, so she sex with no average man, keep the figure, |
| [01:26.00] | move like a caterpillar, fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel the glide, |
| [01:30.00] | part woman very yet space invader, if your name was Chun-Li we'd be playing |
| [01:35.00] | Street Fighter.---A penny for your thought, a nickel for your kiss, a dime if |
| [01:39.00] | you tell me that you love me. (Come On!) |
| [01:41.00] | Guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar) |
| [01:45.00] | guajira, guantanamera (yo I think she's eyeeing me from far) |
| [01:52.00] | guantanamera, |
| [01:56.00] | guajira, guantanamera..... |
| [02:03.00] | Soy una mujer sincera..(Wyclef) Do you speak English? |
| [02:09.00] | De donde crece la palma (Wyclef) Can I buy you a drink? |
| [02:14.00] | Soy una mujer sincera..(Wyclef) uh-huh-uh-huh! |
| [02:19.00] | De donde crece la palma! (Wyclef) You killin... |
| [02:34.00] | Te quiero mam? te quiero! |
| [02:36.00] | Guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar) |
| [02:40.00] | guajira, guantanamera (hey yo, John Forte, she's eyeeing me from far) |
| [02:47.00] | guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera..... |
| [02:57.00] | yo... she was a Rosa Spanish |
| [02:59.00] | Harlem mamacita beg your pardon, makes mistakes at a faster rate than she |
| [03:02.00] | fornicates, her traits of genius, goddess of black venus, crab niggas angry |
| [03:07.00] | cuz they can't get between us, todon sin lexian, smooth complex-ion, lexicon |
| [03:11.00] | in Lexington, parents came from Cuba, part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to |
| [03:16.00] | her feet, she like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado, and broke niggas |
| [03:20.00] | down from the Grounds to Apollo and then some! She took an accident to Dempson |
| [03:24.00] | and waited patiently while the businessmen come, call late on purpose, got |
| [03:29.00] | even politicians nervous, and made plans to infiltrate street's secret |
| [03:33.00] | service, this gentle flower, fertility was a power, sweet persona, venus |
| [03:37.00] | flytrap Prima Donna, que sera que sera, she turned dinero to dinera.... |
| [03:41.00] | Guantanamera (hey yo I'm standing at the bar with a-- Cuban cigar) |
| [03:46.00] | guajira, guantanamera (hey-yo I think she's eyeeing me from far) |
| [03:52.00] | guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera. |
| [04:03.00] | A boy like that? He killed his brother? He kill'd his motha! Fuck, |
| [04:08.00] | he killed his brother.... |
| [04:11.00] | Sang happy to the NYC, to New Jersey...... |
| 02: 24Y antes de morir, yo quiero.. cantar mis versos del alma. | |
| [00:00.00] | Hola, soy Celia Cr bì, y estoy aqui con Wyclef celebrando el |
| [00:05.00] | carnaval! Azucar! |
| [00:07.00] | Guantanamera |
| [00:10.00] | Guajira, guantanamera Wyclef Worldwide! |
| [00:14.00] | Guantanamera Wyclef I can bring it to your stereo.. |
| [00:18.00] | Guajira, guantanamera Wyclef That was then... |
| [00:22.00] | Yo soy un hombre sincero Wyclef this is now... |
| [00:28.00] | Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival. |
| [00:34.00] | COME ON! |
| [00:35.00] | Spanish Harlem ooooeyo, |
| [00:38.00] | Boogie Down folks ooooeyo, |
| [00:40.00] | Manhattan ooooeyo, |
| [00:43.00] | back to Staten ooooeyo, |
| [00:46.00] | guantanamera hey yo I' m standing at the bar with a.. Cuban cigar |
| [00:51.00] | guajira, guantanamera hey yo I think she' s eyeeing me from far |
| [00:58.00] | guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera..... |
| [01:08.00] | Yo, I wrote this in Haiti overlooking Cuba. I asked her what' s her |
| [01:11.00] | name she said Guantanamera, remind me of an old Latin song, my uncle used to |
| [01:16.00] | play, on his old 45 when he used to be alive. She went from a young girl to a |
| [01:21.00] | grown woman like a VIRGIN, so she sex with no average man, keep the figure, |
| [01:26.00] | move like a caterpillar, fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel the glide, |
| [01:30.00] | part woman very yet space invader, if your name was ChunLi we' d be playing |
| [01:35.00] | Street Fighter. A penny for your thought, a nickel for your kiss, a dime if |
| [01:39.00] | you tell me that you love me. Come On! |
| [01:41.00] | Guantanamera hey yo I' m standing at the bar with a Cuban cigar |
| [01:45.00] | guajira, guantanamera yo I think she' s eyeeing me from far |
| [01:52.00] | guantanamera, |
| [01:56.00] | guajira, guantanamera..... |
| [02:03.00] | Soy una mujer sincera.. Wyclef Do you speak English? |
| [02:09.00] | De donde crece la palma Wyclef Can I buy you a drink? |
| [02:14.00] | Soy una mujer sincera.. Wyclef uhhuhuhhuh! |
| [02:19.00] | De donde crece la palma! Wyclef You killin... |
| [02:34.00] | Te quiero mam? te quiero! |
| [02:36.00] | Guantanamera hey yo I' m standing at the bar with a Cuban cigar |
| [02:40.00] | guajira, guantanamera hey yo, John Forte, she' s eyeeing me from far |
| [02:47.00] | guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera..... |
| [02:57.00] | yo... she was a Rosa Spanish |
| [02:59.00] | Harlem mamacita beg your pardon, makes mistakes at a faster rate than she |
| [03:02.00] | fornicates, her traits of genius, goddess of black venus, crab niggas angry |
| [03:07.00] | cuz they can' t get between us, todon sin lexian, smooth complexion, lexicon |
| [03:11.00] | in Lexington, parents came from Cuba, part Mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to |
| [03:16.00] | her feet, she like Movado, and shook her hips like Delgado, and broke niggas |
| [03:20.00] | down from the Grounds to Apollo and then some! She took an accident to Dempson |
| [03:24.00] | and waited patiently while the businessmen come, call late on purpose, got |
| [03:29.00] | even politicians nervous, and made plans to infiltrate street' s secret |
| [03:33.00] | service, this gentle flower, fertility was a power, sweet persona, venus |
| [03:37.00] | flytrap Prima Donna, que sera que sera, she turned dinero to dinera.... |
| [03:41.00] | Guantanamera hey yo I' m standing at the bar with a Cuban cigar |
| [03:46.00] | guajira, guantanamera heyyo I think she' s eyeeing me from far |
| [03:52.00] | guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera. |
| [04:03.00] | A boy like that? He killed his brother? He kill' d his motha! Fuck, |
| [04:08.00] | he killed his brother.... |
| [04:11.00] | Sang happy to the NYC, to New Jersey...... |