Tres Veces Heroica
Moscovita y Sus Guajiros
Three Times Heroic
We are black folks from the warmth of the tropics
Have not, formed
Carrying the blood that Cuauhtemoc shed
We are Mexicans
We play tunes that brighten hearts
And chase away sorrows
We dance the rumba
We play the danzón
With great devotion
Veracruzanos of color and curly hair
We are of pure soul
Jarocha land where the Moon spills
Its white beauty
The thick lighthouse with its spotlight shines
On San Juan, of Ulua
Up my heroic
Land of dreams
Oh creole mansion
Beautiful Veracruz, civilization
Has opened its door to you and
Crowned you with laurels
Three times heroic
History has already marked you
Three times as a sign of triumph
Our flag has already sprung
However, we are black folks
From the tropical coast
And our souls are as white
As the white foam
Of the sea
If a stranger wants
To desecrate our land
We are jarochos and we must fight
However, we are black folks
From the tropical coast
And our souls are as white
As the white foam
Of the sea
If a stranger wants
To desecrate our land
We are jarochos and we must fight
