El Mariachi
Maria de Lourdes
The Mariachi
To the mariachi of my land
Of my land from Jalisco
I'm going to give him my song
Rocked by his tunes
My cradle swayed
My soul became musical
His violins and guitars
In the quiet early mornings
Are a sweet awakening
Virgin soul of the mariachi
When I hear your songs
I feel like crying
The mariachi plays with a joyful sound
Listen, how it cheers up! Sing my song
The old harp plays
The big guitar plays
The violin complains
Just like me
Its towers are cathedrals
Like white egrets
Egrets upside down
San Juan de Dios is my neighborhood
I ride bareback and drink from a jug
And tequila is my woman
The wide-brimmed hat is my luxury
The mariachis are my pleasure
To sing to those I know
Oh beautiful Tepatitlán
Oh the highlands of Jalisco
Where we are the real deal
The mariachi plays with a joyful sound
Listen, how it cheers up!
Sing my song
The old harp plays
The big guitar plays
The violin complains
Just like me
The old harp plays
The big guitar plays
The violin complains
Just like me
