Guadalajara

Guadalajara, Guadalajara
Guadalajara, Guadalajara

You have the soul of a provincial
You smell clean, like an early rose
A fresh green rockrose from the river
There are a thousand pigeons in your house
Guadalajara, Guadalajara
You taste like pure wet earth

And up with the goats!
Oh, distant Colomitos
Oh, little water eyes brothers
Oh unforgettable pigeons
Unforgettable like the afternoons
In which the rain from the hill
Let's go like this, to Zapopan

Oh, Tlaquepaque little town
Your fragrant little jars
They make the sweet tepache cooler
For the birria, next to the mariachi
That in the parianes and potteries
They sound with sad melancholy

Oh, Zapopitan of the soul never
Listen to other bells like
The great ones of your convent
Where my sufferings are relieved
Sad Zapopan my salaried, where my friars
Sufferings

Oh, Chapala Lagoon
You have the magic of a story
Fort of sunsets and dawns
Of loving moonlit nights
Quiet Chapala is your lagoon
Romantic girlfriend like no other

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

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Guadalajara, Guadalajara