Guadalajara

Guadalajara, Guadalajara
you have the soul of a provincial
you smell like clean early rose
from the jara, fresh from the river
a thousand doves in your village
Guadalajara, Guadalajara
you smell like pure wet earth.

Oh! Distant little doves
Oh! Eyes of water, brothers
Oh! Unforgettable little doves
unforgettable like the afternoons
when the rain comes from the hill
we go all the way to Zapopan.

Oh! Tlaquepaque little town
your fragrant little jars
make the sweet tepache cooler
for the birria next to the mariachi
that in the markets and potteries
sounds with sad melancholies.

Oh! Chapala Lagoon
you have the magic of a tale
tales of sunsets and dawns
of moonlit nights in love
quiet, Chapala, is your lagoon
a romantic bride like no other.

Oh! Zapopan of the soul
I never heard other bells
like the deep ones of your convent
where my sorrows are relieved
Sad Zapopan, open missal
where my thoughts are friars.