Los Mexicanos

Flag of Mexico
Legacy of our heroes
Symbol of Unity, of our Fathers and our Brothers
We promise to always be faithful
To the principles of Freedom and Justice
That make our Homeland an Independent Nation
Human and Generous, to which we dedicate our existence

The Mexican doesn't ask for favors, he asks for 'paros'
He doesn't say he died, he says he 'already sucked headlights'
The Mexican calls business deals 'tranzas'
That's why the saying goes: 'if you don't cheat, you don't progress'
The Mexican is short and mustached, he doesn't feel like the best
He feels like the toughest
The Mexican is considered very macho, hardworking
But also, very drunk
He doesn't say it's easy, he says it's cool
When a pretty woman passes by, he whistles at her (whoo whoo)
He likes beer, and loves soccer
The Mexican is as beautiful as Oribe Peralta
Green, White and Red, his tricolor flag
And he adds chili to everything to make it taste better (ha)
The Mexican doesn't get angry, he gets furious, and when
He's furious, don't get close, don't react

'Beautiful Heaven', if I die far from you, let them say I'm asleep and
Bring me back here
'Beautiful Heaven', if I die far from you, let them say I'm asleep and
Bring me back here
'Beautiful Heaven', if I die far from you, let them say I'm asleep and
Bring me back here
'Beautiful Heaven', if I die far from you, let them say I'm asleep and
(ha)

Mexico invented mole, also 'sopecito'
And on Sunday mornings, a good 'menudito' is eaten for breakfast
A Mexican doesn't hit you, he 'chingas' you
And he likes fair-skinned, blue-eyed girls who are gringas
He doesn't tell you to look, he tells you to 'watch'
If he goes to the store: in shorts, socks, and 'huaraches'
He's ingenious from head to toe
If you don't believe me, just look at Eugenio Derbez
Maybe Juan Gabriel, or even 'Chicharito'
Or Roberto Gómez Bolaños like 'Chespirito'
The Mexican doesn't get alert, he gets 'truchas'
And he goes to take a shower, I mean, a shower
There will never be another like the Mexican
His shield is an eagle perched on a cactus
His National Anthem, the best of songs
As Molotov said, 'Long live Mexico, bastards!'

'Beautiful Heaven', if I die far from you, let them say I'm asleep and
Bring me back here
'Beautiful Heaven', if I die far from you, let them say I'm asleep and
Bring me back here
'Beautiful Heaven', if I die far from you, let them say I'm asleep and
Bring me back here
'Beautiful Heaven', if I die far from you, let them say I'm asleep and
Bring me back here
And bring me back here