guajiro

Tasty
I am a country boy, country boy, country boy from the mountains
Country boy, oh country boy
I am a peasant, a peasant, a peasant from the mountains
I'm going to rumba and son
I am gua

Everything I do, I do it for what's mine (oh)
I don't speak, I don't say a peep (no)
Well, no gringo, beautiful Mexico
Great guy, delicious mojito
Pirate of the Caribbean, free Cuba (oh)
Molasses color, the enfant terrible (alas)
This is for the race, for the tigers
At night, high-caliber shooting (rrah!)
Skinny boy, checked, mom (eh)
Delicious taco, beer, bandana (eh-eh)
I love to argue if we end up in bed (ah)
Watching TV, but

Skinny boy, checked, mom (eh)
Delicious taco, beer, bandana (eh-eh)
I love to argue if we end up in bed (ah)
Watching TV, but not seeing (guajiro, oh)

I raise the blinds, the day is beautiful
I finish my tea and see the grimm in the well (ah)
To the enemy not even water from the well (eh)
My name is Ayax, my dad named it after me (ah)
I have your gift and I'm missing the bow
Deliriums of a poet who is passing through (eh)
My life a pulse with the 'impulse' (ah)
So put self compassion in that glass (ah, ah, ah)
She wants a verse, I want a kiss (muack)
This is the purest, it goes without props
I write in the Seine, wine, cheese
Paris, bohemian, before I was stiff (ha, ha)

Everyone has a gift, I see your aura (ma')
That smell is familiar, Carmen, Maura (ah)
It's been a long time since I left the cage (ah)
The kids are putting my name in the classroom
Guajiro, guajiro, guajiro from the mountain
Country boy, oh country boy
I am a peasant, a peasant, a peasant from the mountains
I'm going to rumba and son

I am a country boy, country boy-country boy-country boy
Chi-chi-chi-skinny boy, checked, mom (eh)
Delicious taco, beer, bandana (eh-eh)
I love to argue if we end up in bed (ah)
Watching TV, but
Skinny boy, checked, mom (eh)
Delicious taco, beer, bandana (eh-eh)
I love to argue if we end up in bed (ah)
Watching TV, but not seeing

Country boy, oh country boy
I'm going to rumba and son (I'm going to rumba and son, oh; yeah, eh, yeah)
Guajiro, oh, guajiro (yeah, eh)
I'm going for cumbia and rum (I'm going for cumbia and rum, oh)
And that's how the country boy feels, oh, country boy
I'm going to rumba and son (I'm going to rumba and son, oh; yeah, ih)
Country boy, oh (country boy)
I'm going for cumbia and rum
(I'm going for cumbia and rum, I'm going for cumbia and rum)
Guajiro, oh
Guajiro, oh