El Muchacho Alegre

I am the happy boy
Who wakes up drinking
With my bottle of wine
And playing my deck of cards

If you want to know who I am
Ask Cupid
I am the happy boy
Favored by heaven

I have no father or mother
No one who cares for me
Only the bed I sleep in
Pities me

You are like a watermelon
You have the green on the outside
If you want someone else to enjoy you
Ask God for my death

Gentlemen, I am going to sing
This song that begins here
You will forgive me
If I am too bold
I come from Cosalá
I am a pure cosalteco

Beautiful colonial city
Pride of Sinaloa
Its streets are for walking
Followed by the tambora
Long live my Cosalá
And San Jose De Las Bocas

I never back down
No one makes me feel inferior
I don't envy others
Even though I have no money
Others will envy me
My prey from El Comedero

It's not that I despise going down
To the coast and its sand
But the plain truth is
I wouldn't trade my land for anything
My holy Cross of Alaya
Also has good things

Long live the Bernal atrium
And Guadalupe the kings
The heights of Cosalá
And if you go up to viceroys
If you want to verify
History doesn't lie to you

I'm going to leave now
Gentlemen, I leave you here
I'm going to leave now
Singing here to my town
Don't forget
To sing to a cosalteco