Demasiado Mexicano
Nunca Jamas
Too Mexican
We are the back that holds up the world
Roots of blood and deep love
Green white red and between teeth the serpent
Fire in the heart and in the veins aguardiente
The shovel in hand the sun on the back with a song by José Alfredo
Nothing stops us, ready for any terrain
Always giving our heart in the fight
Because for the one who backs down, there's no place at this table
With scars and tiredness, you never stop fighting
Too Mexican to give up
Too Mexican to give up
From the Pacific to the Gulf, from Quintana to Baja
World-class, the hardest working race
We gave the world wrestling and tequila
The Nobel of Molina and the contraceptive pill
Far from home, missing it, you never stop fighting
Too Mexican to give up
Too Mexican to give up
Because I am blood and I am earth
And their absence poisons me
If I die far from you
Far from home, missing it, you never stop fighting
Too Mexican to give up
Too Mexican to give up
With money and without money
And do it however you want, buddy
