[00:00]hola, soy celia cr�, y estoy aqui con wyclef celebrando el
[00:05]carnaval! azucar!
[00:07]guantanamera
[00:10]guajira, guantanamera (wyclef) worldwide!
[00:14]guantanamera (wyclef) i can bring it to your stereo..
[00:18]guajira, guantanamera (wyclef) that was then...
[00:22]yo soy un hombre sincero (wyclef) this is now...
[00:28]welcome to the carnival, the arrival.
[00:34]come on!
[00:35]spanish harlem (ooooey-o),
[00:38]boogie down folks (ooooey-o),
[00:40]manhattan (ooooey-o),
[00:43]back to staten (ooooey-o),
[00:46]guantanamera (hey yo im standing at the bar with a.. cuban cigar)
[00:51]guajira, guantanamera (hey yo i think shes eyeeing me from far)
[00:58]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.....
[01:08]yo, i wrote this in haiti overlooking cuba. i asked her whats her
[01:11]name she said guantanamera, remind me of an old latin song, my uncle used to
[01:16]play, on his old 45 when he used to be alive. she went from a young girl to a
[01:21]grown woman like a virgin, so she sex with no average man, keep the figure,
[01:26]move like a caterpillar, fly like a butterfly, let your soul feel the glide,
[01:30]part woman very yet space invader, if your name was chun-li wed be playing
[01:35]street fighter.---a penny for your thought, a nickel for your kiss, a dime if
[01:39]you tell me that you love me. (come on!)
[01:41]guantanamera (hey yo im standing at the bar with a-- cuban cigar)
[01:45]guajira, guantanamera (yo i think shes eyeeing me from far)
[01:52]guantanamera,
[01:56]guajira, guantanamera.....
[02:03]soy una mujer sincera..(wyclef) do you speak english?
[02:09]de donde crece la palma (wyclef) can i buy you a drink?
[02:14]soy una mujer sincera..(wyclef) uh-huh-uh-huh!
[02:19]de donde crece la palma! (wyclef) you killin...
[02:24y antes de morir, yo quiero..cantar mis versos del alma.
[02:34]te quiero mam? te quiero!
[02:36]guantanamera (hey yo im standing at the bar with a-- cuban cigar)
[02:40]guajira, guantanamera (hey yo, john forte, shes eyeeing me from far)
[02:47]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.....
[02:57]yo... she was a rosa spanish
[02:59]harlem mamacita beg your pardon, makes mistakes at a faster rate than she
[03:02]fornicates, her traits of genius, goddess of black venus, crab niggas angry
[03:07]cuz they cant get between us, todon sin lexian, smooth complex-ion, lexicon
[03:11]in lexington, parents came from cuba, part mexican, pure sweet, dimes fell to
[03:16]her feet, she like movado, and shook her hips like delgado, and broke niggas
[03:20]down from the grounds to apollo and then some! she took an accident to dempson
[03:24]and waited patiently while the businessmen come, call late on purpose, got
[03:29]even politicians nervous, and made plans to infiltrate streets secret
[03:33]service, this gentle flower, fertility was a power, sweet persona, venus
[03:37]flytrap prima donna, que sera que sera, she turned dinero to dinera....
[03:41]guantanamera (hey yo im standing at the bar with a-- cuban cigar)
[03:46]guajira, guantanamera (hey-yo i think shes eyeeing me from far)
[03:52]guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.
[04:03]a boy like that? he killed his brother? he killd his motha! fuck,
[04:08]he killed his brother....
[04:11]sang happy to the nyc, to new jersey......