Al Son de La Tambora

To the sound of the tambora
And the verses of the band
I sing to Sinaloa
With feeling in my soul

A beautiful afternoon
To bring a serenade
To bring morning songs
To sing to my dear

I want to play the tuba
Let the bugles lull her
Cymbals, drums, rattles
Trombones, trumpets, trills

How beautiful are the dances
With good music
Let the blondes and brunettes
Dance this jarabe

How beautiful is the morning
By the coast and in the mountains
In summer and autumn
In winter and spring

I bid farewell with this
I meant no offense
It's my pride to have been born
And to be from Sinaloa