Callejero

And I don't want your money
I don't want you to take me abroad
I don't want to go in your car to Varadero
Listen, don't get confused
And I don't want your money
I don't want you to take me abroad
I don't want to go in your car to Varadero
Listen, don't get confused

I'm not a streetwise
She got on the plane in the morning
After 9 hours, she landed in Havana
She went to stay at my neighbor's house
The lady was looking for treats
And as I was leaving my house, she was coming down the stairs
And she said to me: Take me dancing all night
The lady was over fifty
But she liked that I wasn't even thirty
And she said to me: I came to your country to have fun
And I want you to make me dance the guaracha tonight
You tell me later how much I have to pay you
And I told her: You got it wrong, lady
Move over there because

I don't want your money
I don't want you to take me abroad
I don't want to go in your car to Varadero
Listen, don't get confused
I'm not a streetwise
I don't want your money
I don't want you to take me abroad
I don't want to go in your car to Varadero
Listen, don't get confused
I'm not a streetwise
Lady, it seems like they told you
That here people run
When you show the money
And think that's why
Cubans are less
But you come to dance in Cuba
You like how we do it
Turns out I have a Cuban
With eyes as black
Darker than a blackout in Havana
She gives me her affection early in the morning
At lunchtime and also in the early morning
You go home without tasting my deliciousness
Because with your money, you can't buy my craziness
And listen to what my song says that I
I'm not from the English cut, nor do I sell at Benetton
I don't want your money
I don't want you to take me abroad
I don't want to go in your car to Varadero
Listen, don't get confused
I'm not a streetwise

I don't want your money
I don't want you to take me abroad
I don't want to go in your car to Varadero
Listen, don't get confused
I'm not a streetwise
I don't want your money
I don't want you to take me abroad
I don't want to go in your car to Varadero
Listen, don't get confused
I'm not a streetwise
Madam, you don't understand what I said
You arrived and asked me for money
Don't you understand that I sell emotions
You don't have enough, but my heart
Belongs to a mulatto
I'm Cuban from Havana
From the street, but I don't sell for money
My soul
I don't want your money
I don't want you to take me abroad
I don't want to go in your car to Varadero
Listen, don't get confused
I'm not a streetwise
I don't want your money
I don't want you to take me abroad
I don't want to go in your car to Varadero
Listen, don't get confused
I'm not a streetwise