Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guantanamera, artist - Les McCann. Album song Talkin' Verve, in the genre Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Record label: The Verve, Universal Music
Song language: English
Guantanamera |
| Hola! |
| Soy Celia CruzY estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando |
| CarnivalAzucarGuantanameraWe out here in Miami just shiningGuajila, |
| GuantanameraWorldwideGuan-tana-meraBout to bring it to you in stereoGuajila |
| voy, de na meda |
| Yo soy un hombre sinceroThat was then, this is nowWelcome to the Carnival, |
| the arrival c’monDe donde crecen las palmasSpanish Harlem |
| Oahh-eee-ohh |
| Boogie Down Bronx |
| Oahh-eee-ohh |
| Manhattan |
| Oahh-eee-ohh |
| Back to Staten |
| Oahh-eee-ohhGuantanamera |
| 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-meraYo, 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 meGuantanamera |
| 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-meraSoy una mujer, sincera |
| Do you speak English? |
| De donde crecen las palmas |
| Can I buy you a drink? |
| Soy una mujer, sincera |
| Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh |
| De donde creeeeeeecen las palmas |
| You killin me |
| Y antes de morir, yo quieroCantar mis versos del alma |
| Te quiero mama, te quieroGuantanamera |
| 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-meraYo, 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 shook 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 dineraGuantanamera |
| 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 |