Hola! Soy Celia Cruz
  (Hi! I am Celia Cruz)
  Y estoy aqui con Wyclef, celebrando Carnival; Azucar!!)
  (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]
  Soy una mujer, sincera
  (I am a sincere woman)
  Do you speak English?
  De donde crecen las palmas
  (From where the palm tree grows)
  Can I buy you a drink?
  Soy una mujer, sincera
  (I am a sincere woman)
  Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
  De donde creeeeeeecen las palmas
  (From where the palm tree grows)
  You killin me
  Y antes de morir, yo quiero
  (And before I die, I want to)
  ..
  cantar mis versos del alma
  (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...