Juan Colorado

They call me Juan Colorado
I am a man from Michoacán
And even the most daring
When they see me, they go pale

I carry on my horse a saddle
Made of leather, silver, and ivory
And two guns on my belt
For those who don't enter the fold

Long live my land Michoacán!
And give me Charanda to toast
Because Juan Colorado is here
Riding his horse the Hurricane

Long live my land Michoacán!
And give me Charanda to toast
Because Juan Colorado is here
Riding his horse the Hurricane

Always seeking adventures
On my horse, I cross swiftly
And in every town I pass through
I always leave a love alive

When I meet a brave one
Who wants to fight me face to face
With my gun or machete
I will surely win my luck

Long live my land Michoacán
And give me Charanda to toast
Because Juan Colorado is here
Riding his horse the Hurricane

Long live my land Michoacán
And give me Charanda to toast
Because Juan Colorado is here
Riding his horse the Hurricane

Through the mountains and valleys
I go eagerly with blind zeal
Through those flowery valleys
Of my land, which is Michoacán

Juan Colorado is leaving
He already came here to greet
And whoever seeks me will find me
In the direction of Apatzingan

Long live my land Michoacán
And give me Charanda to toast
Because Juan Colorado is here
Riding his horse the Hurricane

Long live my land Michoacán
And give me Charanda to toast
Because Juan Colorado is here
Riding his horse the Hurricane