Mexico Lindo

Voice of my guitar,
upon waking in the morning,
wants to sing its joy
to my Mexican land.

I sing to your volcanoes,
to your meadows and flowers,
which are like talismans
of the love of my loves.

Beautiful and beloved Mexico,
if I die far from you,
let them say I am asleep
and bring me here.
Let them say I am asleep
and bring me here,
Beautiful and beloved Mexico,
if I die far from you.

Bury me in the mountains,
at the foot of the agave plants,
and let this land cover me,
which is the cradle of honorable men.

Voice of my guitar,
upon waking in the morning,
wants to sing its joy
to my Mexican land.

Beautiful and beloved Mexico,
if I die far from you,
let them say I am asleep
and bring me here.

Let them say I am asleep
and bring me here,
Beautiful and beloved Mexico,
if I die far from you.