El Cachanilla
El Coyote Y Su Banda
The Cachanilla
I was born in the Algodonales under a scorching sun
My hands calloused and I bathed in sweat
I am a pure Cachanilla
Proud and diligent
Mexicali was my cradle
Tecate my adoration
And in my flirtatious Tijuana
I carry a love lit
And over there in Ensenada
My heart stayed
The Centinela hill
Ancient and old guardian
Has a place in the history
Of that my native land
I am a pure Cachanilla
I say it without pretension
I am from Baja California
Northern at heart
In its beloved valley
A thousand times I went for a walk
To the Victoria station
Ravens and its mezquital
Its great Carranza colony
San Felipe and Cucapá
My land is an emerald
Always bathed in sun
From the high Rumorosa I offer my song
To its salty lagoon and to its whole region
The Centinela hill
Ancient and old guardian
Has a place in the history
Of that my native land
I am a pure Cachanilla
I say it without pretension
I am from Baja California
Northern at heart
