Mañana me voy mañana
Me dirá de la pa' donde
quiero gozar tal día
para amarrar de los hombres
Este guarapo sabría que no lo pusieron sal
Con mi bonita canción, yo lo voy a endulzar
Yo canto un guarapito (guarapo) con un hombre en Guayana
El hombre canta sabroso y yo que lo acompañaba
Cuando encuentro un amigo de que me cante sabrosa
En el momento le doy, a mí me moría un reposo
Amigo si usted es mi amigo da la vuelta y ven acá
Cuando un amigo lo llama algo se lo ofrecerá
El indio, sufrió el indio un palo por la cabeza
Porque está bebiendo el guarapito sobre la mesa
Arriba al caballo bueno sácame de este arenal
Que me vino persiguiendo la sirenita del mar
Ensillando mi caballo me pone la mano al anca
Diciendo a la vida mía que no pierdan la esperanza
El guarapo estaba bueno pero se puso baboso
Porque lo metió la mano el indio de Calabozo
==English==
Tomorrow I am going tomorrow
He will till me where to
I want to enjoy such day
To tie up the men
This guarapo you would know that they did not put liveliness
With my beautiful song, I am going to sweeten it
I sing a [little] guarapo with a man in Guayana
The man sings so beautiful and I sang along with him
When I meet a friend who sings well
In the moment I give him, I was dying for a rest
My friend, if you are my friend, turn around and come here
When a friend calls, you should offer him something
The Indian... the Indian endured a stick on his head
Because he is drinking the cane juice on the table
Get on the good horse, get me out of this mess
Because the little mermaid from the sea came pursuing me
Saddling my horse, he puts my hand on his rump
Telling my life not to lose hope
The guarapo was good but he made it slimy
Because the Indian from Calabozo put his hands in it
This guarapo you would know that they did not put liveliness
With my beautiful song, I am going to sweeten it
I sing a [little] guarapo with a man in Guayana
The man sings so beautiful and I sang along with him
When I meet a friend who sings well
In the moment I give him, I was dying for a rest
My friend, if you are my friend, turn around and come here
When a friend calls, you should offer him something
The Indian... the Indian endured a stick on his head
Because he is drinking the cane juice on the table
Get on the good horse, get me out of this mess
Because the little mermaid from the sea came pursuing me
Saddling my horse, he puts my hand on his rump
Telling my life not to lose hope
The guarapo was good but he made it slimy
Because the Indian from Calabozo put his hands in it
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