La Mexicana (part. Hispana)

They say
That distance is forgetfulness
But I, my dear sky
Never stop loving you

You know
That I have blood of three colors
My tongue full of your flavors
Taste like earth and mezcal

I'm Juana, the fire-eater
The one who never arrives first
But knows how to get there
But knows how to get there

Oh, I wouldn't trade you for all the money
For you, I'd kill and die with you
I know where I'm going and where I come from
Because if I'm someone, oh, I owe it to you

Be quiet
Don't speak and kiss me a lot
Hug me tight and I swear
I won't let you go

I'm Felix, the fire-eater
I'm the daughter of boleros
I'm the Mexican, eh
I'm the Mexican, yeah

Oh, I wouldn't trade you for all the money
For you, I'd kill and die with you
I know where I'm going and where I come from
Because if I'm someone, oh, I owe it to you

Your hills full of colorful poppies
Of flavors, Mexico of my loves
The northern ones, your most beautiful flowers
Drinking mezcal, I howl at you in the nights

Beautiful Mexican, what's going on?
Should I sing to you with a guitar, or burn down the house?
Mamacita, holy mother
I move the merchandise in Yucatan and Tijuana

With my little step, tun tun
With my little step, tun tun
With my little step, with my little step
With my little step, tun tun

Oh, I wouldn't trade you for all the money
For you, I'd kill and die with you (I'm pure fire)
I know where I'm going, I know very well where I come from (beautiful Mexican)
Because if I'm someone, oh, I owe it to you (beautiful Mexican)

With my little step, tun tun
With my little step (me), tun tun (Mitza, Mitza)
With my little step, with my little step
With my little step, tun tun

(Feet, why do I need them, if I have wings to fly)