{S} indicates the actual words in spanish
 {T} indicates the translation into english

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 {S} Hola! Soy Celia Cruz
 {T} (Hi! I am Celia Cruz)
 {S} Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando Carnival; Azucar!!)
 {T} (And I'm here with Wyclef celebrating Carnival; Azucar!!)
 [singing] Guantanamera
 [Wyclef] We out here in Miami just shining
 [singing] Guajila, Guantanamera
 [Wyclef] Worldwide
 [singing] Guan-tana-mera
 [Wyclef] Bout to bring it to you in stereo
 [singing] Guajila voy, de na meda
 Yo soy un hombre sincero
 [Wyclef] That was then, this is now
 Welcome to the Carnival, the arrival... c'mon!
 [singing] De donde crecen las palmas

 [Wyclef Jean]
 Spanish Harlem! Oahh-eee-ohh!
 Boogie Down Bronx! Oahh-eee-ohh!
 Manhattan! Oahh-eee-ohh!
 Back to Staten! Oahh-eee-ohh!

 [Wyclef sings, then raps]
 Guantanamera
 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-mera...

 Verse One: Wyclef Jean

 Yo, 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 me

 Chorus:

 Guantanamera
 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-mera...

 [singing in Spanish, with Wyclef responses]
 {S} Soy una mujer, sincera
 {T} (I am a sincere woman)
 Do you speak English?
 {S} De donde crecen las palmas
 {T} (From where the palm tree grows)
 Can I buy you a drink?
 {S} Soy una mujer, sincera
 {T} (I am a sincere woman)
 Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
 {S} De donde creeeeeeecen las palmas
 {T} (From where the palm tree grows)
 You killin me
 {S} Y antes de morir, yo quiero
 {T} (And before I die, I want to)
 ..
 {S} cantar mis versos del alma
 {T} (sing the verses in my heart)
 Te quiero mama, te quiero!!

 Guantanamera
 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-mera

 Verse Two: Lauryn Hill

 Yo, 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 dinera

 [Wyclef responds to singing again]
 Guantanamera
 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