Guajira

Don't ask me, you know what I want
I get desperate if they play my song
You know me, I don't tell lies,
Look, give me my guajira and I get all lively
Guajira - that's what my people dance
Hot - what I want is flavor
Guajira - my soul, my body, and my mind
Hot - play it more, please
Smooth montuno, with rhythmic cadence
with the fragrance of the tropical jungle
wild girl, my eyes watching you
dance my guajira, my coral doll
Guajira...
Antillean flower, precious and Caribbean
a brunette, daughter of the sun and the sea
one step forward, one step back and turn
look, with this guajira one can't stop dancing
Guajira...