| Guajira, the son calls you, to dance, to enjoy
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| Guajira, the son calls you, to dance, to enjoy
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| Friend ask for another drink, gosh
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| That this singer invites you
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| That even though you don't care
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| I'm going to make them the story of my life
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| I loved a woman very much
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| Of my soul the dearest
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| Loss betrays me, gosh
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| What an ungrateful and bad behavior. |
| she made me drink
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| She made me a loser
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| I threw myself into drugs, my friend, and I was taken to jail. |
| friends i
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| they forgot
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| only my mother cried
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| He asked and prayed to God
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| To save his son from him. |
| Remember what I tell you
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| that in prison and in bed
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| Only our mother loves us, gosh, no money, no friends
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| Linda guajira, my son calls you! |
| And at the piano Don Ruben Gonzalez
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| Hey compay look who's coming over there, Compay barbarito Torres...
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| Special
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| Guajira el son calls you, to dance, to enjoy. |
| The two words that most
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| they fill me with rejoicing
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| It's when they call me son, it's when I say
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| Mother. |
| Guajira el son calls you, to dance, to enjoy. |
| The mother is a supplier
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| Of honey that never closes
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| She is a star of the earth
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| It shines much brighter than the sun. |
| Guajira el son calls you, to dance, to enjoy.
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| not afraid of blackness
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| Of vice and all its horror
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| I think of my mother
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| And her charm of hers covers me with her tenderness |