Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Toda Cuba Le Gusta, artist - Afro-Cuban All Stars. Album song A Toda Cuba Le Gusta, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 08.04.1997
Record label: World Circuit
Song language: Spanish
A Toda Cuba Le Gusta(original) |
Guajira, el son te llama, a bailar, a Gozar |
Guajira, el son te llama, a bailar, a Gozar |
Guajira, el son te llama, a bailar, a Gozar |
Guajira, el son te llama, a bailar, a Gozar |
Amigo pida otra copa, caramba |
Que este cantor le convida |
Que aunque a ustedes no le importa |
Voy a hacerles la historia de mi vida |
Amé mucho a una mujer |
De mi alma la más querida |
Me traicionó la perdida, caramba |
Que ingrato y mal proceder |
Ella me hizo beber |
Ella me hizo un perdido |
A la droga me tiré, amigo mío |
Y a la cárcel fui llevado |
Los amigos me olvidaron |
Sólo mi madre lloraba |
A Dios pedía y rogaba |
Que se salvara su hijo |
Recuerden lo que les digo |
Que en la prisión y en la cama |
Sólo nuestra madre nos ama, caramba |
No hay dinero, no hay amigos |
Linda guajira, mi son te llama |
Guajira, el son te llama, a bailar, a Gozar |
Guajira, el son te llama, a bailar, a Gozar |
Guajira, el son te llama, a bailar, a Gozar |
Guajira, el son te llama, a bailar, a Gozar |
Y al piano Don Rubén González |
Oiga compay mire quien viene por allí |
Compay barbarito Torres Special |
Guajira el son te llama, a bailar, a gozar |
Las dos palabras que más |
Me llenan de recocijo |
Es cuando me dicen hijo, es cuando digo |
Mamá |
Guajira el son te llama, a bailar, a gozar |
La madre es un surtidor |
De miel que nunca se cierra |
Es un astro en la tierra |
Brilla mucho más que el sol |
Guajira el son te llama, a bailar, a gozar |
No le teme a la negrura |
Del vicio y todo su espanto |
Pienso en mi madre |
Y su encanto me cubre con su ternura |
(translation) |
Guajira, the son calls you, to dance, to enjoy |
Guajira, the son calls you, to dance, to enjoy |
Guajira, the son calls you, to dance, to enjoy |
Guajira, the son calls you, to dance, to enjoy |
Friend ask for another drink, gosh |
That this singer invites you |
That even though you don't care |
I'm going to make them the story of my life |
I loved a woman very much |
Of my soul the dearest |
I was betrayed by loss, gosh |
What an ungrateful and bad behavior |
she made me drink |
She made me a loser |
I took drugs, my friend |
And to jail I was taken |
friends forgot me |
only my mother cried |
He asked and prayed to God |
That his son be saved |
Remember what I tell you |
That in prison and in bed |
Only our mother loves us, gosh |
no money, no friends |
Linda guajira, my son calls you |
Guajira, the son calls you, to dance, to enjoy |
Guajira, the son calls you, to dance, to enjoy |
Guajira, the son calls you, to dance, to enjoy |
Guajira, the son calls you, to dance, to enjoy |
And the piano Don Rubén González |
Hey compay look who's coming over there |
Compay barbarito Torres Special |
Guajira the son calls you, to dance, to enjoy |
The two words that most |
they fill me with rejoicing |
It's when they call me son, it's when I say |
Mom |
Guajira the son calls you, to dance, to enjoy |
The mother is a supplier |
Of honey that never closes |
She is a star on earth |
It shines much brighter than the sun |
Guajira the son calls you, to dance, to enjoy |
not afraid of blackness |
Of vice and all its horror |
I think of my mother |
And her charm of hers covers me with her tenderness |