Las 3 huastecas

To talk about the Huasteca, one must have been born there
Savor the dried meat, with sips of mezcal
Smoke a leaf cigarette, light it with flint
And the one who wets it best, will smoke it longer

That Huasteca, I don't know what it has
Whoever knows it once, returns and stays there
Beautiful Huasteca, I won't be able to forget you
If I was born with your affection, and I was born with your singing

The Huasteca Potosina, has plenty of flowers
Mountains full of mist, and slopes of illusion
In the Huasteca Hidalguense, hearts are not rented
Those who don't say sorry, don't wake up in their bed

That Huasteca, who knows what it has
Whoever knows it once, returns and stays there
Beautiful Huasteca, I won't be able to forget you
If I was born with your affection, and I was born with your singing

Huasteca Veracruzana, that lulls with the sea
That sings with the mountains, and sleeps in the palm grove
Sly bulls are lassoed, running through the brush
While the violins cry, playing guapangos in the corral

That Huasteca, I don't know what it has
Whoever knows it once, returns and stays there
Beautiful Huasteca, I won't be able to forget you
If I was born with your affection, and I was born with your singing