Guadalajara

Guadalajara, Guadalajara
Guadalajara, Guadalajara

You have the soul of a provincial
You smell like a clean early rose

To fresh green jara from the river
My doves are your hamlet
Guadalajara, Guadalajara
You smell like pure wet earth

(Oh!! Ha ha, oh, ha ha, oh! Ha, ha, oh, ha ha)

Oh, distant doves, oh
Little water eyes, brothers

Oh unforgettable doves, unforgettable like the afternoons
When the rain, from the hill, takes us to, all the way to Zapopan

Oh, my brothers
Oh-ha-ha, Mexicans

Oh unforgettable doves, unforgettable like the afternoons
When the rain, from the hill, takes us to, all the way to Zapopan

Guadalajara, Guadalajara
Guadalajara, Guadalajara

Guadalajara
Guadalajara