More songs by Guitarricadelafuente
Description
The salty taste of life fades with time, leaving only dryness in the mouth and heavy smoke in the lungs. Yesterday's dancing in the morning sun, the smell of Havana, the ringing guitar - everything mixed with the velvet of the nights, cigarette smoke, and promises that no one intended to keep.
Here, every movement is like a shot to the heart, every smile is like a coin thrown into a fountain for good luck. This track contains the dust of the squares, wings that do not exist, and the fragile beauty of life that seems almost unreal until you burn yourself on it.
Director, producer, and editor: Pedro Artola
Director of photography: Carlos Feher
Production designer and stylist: Alva Galim
First assistant director: Camila Pineda
Colorist: K. Le Dorz
Thanks to Las Cuevas de Cañart
Lyrics and translation
Original
Hace tiempo que olvidé
El sabor a agua salada
He vendido ya mi alma al diablo por la plata
Y ahora me muero de sed
Pedacitos de la Habana
He bailado mil guajiras a la luz de la mañana
Un disparo al corazón
Guan, guantanamera
Y soy un good fella'
La vida en las plazuelas
Mi cara en las monedas, la sangre se me altera
Y quiero resucitar
Pa' sobrevivir, me adentré en el humo
De tus cigarrillos acabamos hasta el culo
Píntame la piel, angelito oscuro
Y has quemado la ciudad
Mamacita, dame alas
Que me quiero ir a volar, ah ah
En las cuevas de Cañar
La vida es tan bonita
Que parece de verdad
Pa' sobrevivir, me adentré en el humo
De tus cigarrillos acabamos hasta el culo
Píntame la piel, angelito oscuro
Y has quemado la ciudad
Mamacita, dame alas
Que me quiero ir a volar, ah ah
En las cuevas de Cañar
La vida es tan bonita que parece de verdad
Que parece de verdad
English translation
I have long forgotten
The taste of salt water
I have already sold my soul to the devil for money
And now I'm dying of thirst
Bits of Havana
I have danced a thousand guajiras in the morning light
a shot to the heart
Guan, Guantanamera
And I'm a good fella
Life in the squares
My face on the coins, my blood changes
and I want to resurrect
To survive, I entered the smoke
We finished up our asses with your cigarettes
Paint my skin, little dark angel
And you have burned the city
Mamacita, give me wings
I want to go fly, ah ah
In the caves of Cañar
life is so beautiful
that looks real
To survive, I entered the smoke
We finished up our asses with your cigarettes
Paint my skin, little dark angel
And you have burned the city
Mamacita, give me wings
I want to go fly, ah ah
In the caves of Cañar
Life is so beautiful that it seems real
that looks real