Atotonilco

Don't beat around the bush uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh
Walk little train because I'm going to Atotonilco
It seems like at the station
My heart skips a beat

In that Atotonilco with orange blossoms
The girls look like little angels of God
They are more beautiful than a song
One that is pure love

Atotonilco, your sky has a calm beauty
Like a little moonbeam asleep in its stillness
Your women are precious with beautiful little flowers
Like a bunch of beautiful roses uh, uh, uh, uh