El Viajero

I am that traveler
Who goes along the road
Through gaps and paths
Looking for his destiny

I listen to joyful trills
Of the bird of the fields
Rumor of fresh breeze
Of brown land

And I look at the spikes
Golden in their wheat fields
Like waves that sway
Very green the cornfields

And the fences wind
Of broken stones
Little houses with beams
Whitewashed adobe

The virgin of the hill
Who relieves our troubles
Gives us her blessings
Miracles and kindness

With faith the Mexicans
Offer her their song
And everyone visits her
On her saint's day

Mexico, Mexico
I carry you in my heart
With the joy of the mariachi
Inspiration springs forth

Mexico, Mexico
Your heart of bronze
There's nothing like the 'jarochos'
Sung with emotion

Carved pyramids
Chisels of passion
Crowned pitayos
An eagle in action
Feathered serpents
On sturdy cactus
Mexican shield
National valor

Fountains like mirrors
And warm their lagoons
They comb with the wind
Lace-like foams

Molcajetes of stone
Snowy volcanoes
The Popo, the Iztaccihuatl
Lovers prostrated

I stay on this ground
So beautiful and serene
Because I have found songs
Caresses and solace

For so many beautiful things
I stay in your bosom
Enjoying your proclamations
The traveler sings to you

Mexico, Mexico
I carry you in my heart
With the joy of the mariachi
Inspiration springs forth

Mexico, Mexico
Your heart of bronze
There's nothing like the 'jarochos'
Sung with emotion

Mexico, Mexico
I carry you in my heart