Guadalajara

Guadalajara, Guadalajara!
Guadalajara, Guadalajara!

You have that small-town soul
You smell clean, rose early
A fresh green rock from the river
Your village is a thousand doves
Guadalajara, Guadalajara
You know the pure wet land

Ay! Distant Colomitos (a spa)
Ay! Water-eyed brothers
Unforgettable Colomitos
Unforgettable like the afternoons
When the hill's flight
Wouldn't let us go to Zapopan

Ay! Tlaquepaque village
Your stinky pots
They make fresh sweet tepache
For the birria, next to the mariachi
That in pariahs and potteries
Sound with sad melancholy

Go Chivas!

Ay! Chapala lagoon
You have a story about the magic
Strong of the sunset and sunrise
Of moonlit enamored nights
Quiet Chapala is your lagoon
Romantic bride like no other

Ay! Beautiful Guadalajara
I want to tell you something
You who preserve the well water
Of your most beautiful women
Guadalajara, Guadalajara!
You have the most Mexican soul

Ai ai ai!
Ai ai ai!
Guadalajara, Guadalajara!