San Juan Del Rio

Paloma, where you coming from?
I come from San Juan del Rio.
Wrap me with your wings
I'm freezing cold

I'll warm you with my wings
Poor little chick of mine!
But let's go soon, soon,
to my San Juan del Rio.

Paloma, go with force
Tell my love to wait for me,
to suffer and be patient,
I'll return, even if late.

If I were ink, I'd run,
if I were paper, I'd fly,
if I were a gold stamp
I'd go in that envelope.

The figs and peaches
ripen on the tree
and the little eyes that want
greet me from afar.

In Guaymas I have a rose,
and in Hermosillo a carnation
and at the Rosario station
I have all my love.

When oranges, oranges,
when lemons, lemons;
chatita, when you bathe;
very three stones you put on.

Beautiful San Juan del Rio!
Why are you so conceited?
Could it be because of so many girls
that you have around you.