Chayanne
To Be Born Again
Guajiras
Don't ask me, you know what I want
I get desperate, if they don't play my son
You know me, I don't say lie
Look, give me my guajira, and I'll get tasty
Guajira is what my people dance to
Hot what I want is flavor
Guajira my soul, my body and my mind
Warm, play it more please
Soft montuno, with a rhythmic cadence
With the fragrance of tropical jungle
Wild girl, my eyes that look at you
Dance my guajira, my coral doll
An Antillean flower, beautiful and Caribbean
A brunette, daughter of the sun and the sea
One step forward, one step back s and tour
Look with this guajira, one doesn't stop dancing

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