Sur de Michoacan

Oh beautiful land, hot land, beautiful land where I was born
You are the cradle of brave men and my memories are for you

Oh beautiful land, hot land, beautiful land where I was born
You are the cradle of brave men and my memories are for you

Caracuaro is charming, its women are a delight
That's why I sing to the owner of my love, to the owner of my love

From Nocupetaro to San Antonio, they have girls to
Choose from, who when they show up are like demons but in their souls they know how to love

From Nocupetaro to San Antonio, they have girls to
Choose from, who when they show up are like demons but in their souls they know how to love

From Tacámbaro to Huetamo is a beautiful region
It has honest and brave men by tradition
Its mountain ranges and flowers along the royal road
Painted in a thousand colors, the great pride of Michoacan

Without blood in the veins

I wish I could be like you, not feeling any pain
I wish I could be like you, living happily as you do
Everyone praises you, everyone admires you
But good luck is not for me because I fell in love with you with all my soul
And I have to endure without respecting my pride
Because even if you don't want to, I still belong to you

I wish I could be like you, where nothing matters anymore
Looking for love with one and another
Making people happy with a lie
And being the master of the world, the king of life

But good luck is not for me
Because I fell in love with you with all my soul
And I have to endure without respecting my pride
Because even if you don't want to, I still belong to you
The great pride of Michoacan