作词 : Duplessis, Jean You knew we had to come back like this, right man It's too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man, give me Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence Mucho trabajo poquito dinero Means I work hard and I have no money Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet It's too hot in New York I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade When I was young they called me Robin Hood' Cos I stole from the rich and I gave to the poor Went back home, mama whooped on my ass Said, "I'll be damned if I let you live like that" Meanwhile next door neighbors jumpin' Beatin' on his wife while the kids were watchin' Later that day we was out on the porch And fantasize we was out of New York, we woke up in Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence Mucho trabajo poquito dinero Means I work hard and I have no money Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet It's too hot in New York I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade I'm in your hood like your neighbors were Spider man But then I'm in the club 'fore I entered the stadium I bring the vibe like the days of the tribe Before I had the fame I was servin' the fries So who better to know about a nine-to-five Wakin' up at five with the cold in my eyes Now my daddy, he can rest in peace From the belly of the beast to the sunniest beach, let's go Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence Mucho trabajo poquito dinero Means I work hard and I have no money Playin' my guitar, used to daydream at the stars Prayin' if I ever make it, I'm gon' help my family make it From the streets of Brooklyn, to the Jersey canny shores I'm a stand on stage and play this guitar till I fallSantana, let me get some help Santana, let me get some help This one goes out for those, who work for low income Keep your head up, 'cos if I made it, you can make it too one day Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence Mucho trabajo poquito dinero Means I work hard and I have no money Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet It's too hot in New York I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade It's too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man It's too hot, yeah It's too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man It's too hot, yeah Yeah, Carlos Santana with the Preacher's son It's the world tour, too hot You know I ain't leavin' without Santana on this Celia [Incomprehensible] Y'all know better, let's go now Guantanamera, Celia will always love ya Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana Guantanamera, Celia will always miss ya Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana
作词 : Duplessis, Jean You knew we had to come back like this, right man It's too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man, give me Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence Mucho trabajo poquito dinero Means I work hard and I have no money Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet It's too hot in New York I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade When I was young they called me Robin Hood' Cos I stole from the rich and I gave to the poor Went back home, mama whooped on my ass Said, "I'll be damned if I let you live like that" Meanwhile next door neighbors jumpin' Beatin' on his wife while the kids were watchin' Later that day we was out on the porch And fantasize we was out of New York, we woke up in Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence Mucho trabajo poquito dinero Means I work hard and I have no money Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet It's too hot in New York I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade I'm in your hood like your neighbors were Spider man But then I'm in the club 'fore I entered the stadium I bring the vibe like the days of the tribe Before I had the fame I was servin' the fries So who better to know about a nine-to-five Wakin' up at five with the cold in my eyes Now my daddy, he can rest in peace From the belly of the beast to the sunniest beach, let's go Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence Mucho trabajo poquito dinero Means I work hard and I have no money Playin' my guitar, used to daydream at the stars Prayin' if I ever make it, I'm gon' help my family make it From the streets of Brooklyn, to the Jersey canny shores I'm a stand on stage and play this guitar till I fallSantana, let me get some help Santana, let me get some help This one goes out for those, who work for low income Keep your head up, 'cos if I made it, you can make it too one day Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance, no police sirens to interrupt my silence Mucho trabajo poquito dinero Means I work hard and I have no money Playin' my guitar, I'm sitting on the beach I'm sippin' margaritas as the water splash my feet It's too hot in New York I had to get away So here's a ticket, meet me on the beach under the shade It's too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man It's too hot, yeah It's too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man It's too hot, yeah Yeah, Carlos Santana with the Preacher's son It's the world tour, too hot You know I ain't leavin' without Santana on this Celia [Incomprehensible] Y'all know better, let's go now Guantanamera, Celia will always love ya Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana Guantanamera, Celia will always miss ya Guantanamera, Clef with the Carlos Santana
