Juan Colorado

Juan Colorado is my name
I am a gentleman from Michoacán
And even the most outgoing ones, when they see me, go away gloomy
I bring on my horse and my saddle, which is made of leather, silver, and ivory
And two pistols on my belt for anyone who enters the coamil

Long live my land Michoacán and give me charanda to toast
For Juan Colorado is already here
Riding his horse, the hurricane

Through the mountains and valleys
On my horse, I cross swiftly
And in every town I pass through
I always leave a love alive
When I meet a determined one who wants to fight face to face
By my gun or machete, for my luck
I will win

Long live my land Michoacán
And give me charanda to toast
For Juan Colorado is here now
Riding his horse, the hurricane

Juan Colorado is leaving, he came here to greet them
And whoever seeks me will find me on the way to Apatzingán
Always seeking adventures, I go eagerly with great zeal
Through those flowery fields of my land, which is Michoacán

Long live my land Michoacán
And give me charanda to toast
For Juan Colorado is leaving
Riding his horse, the hurricane

Long live my land Michoacán
And give me charanda to toast
For Juan Colorado is leaving
Riding his horse, the hurricane