Changuito Norteño

Northern monkey
You who dance the guaracha,
Monkey
You who feel the guaracha
Monkey
To the rhythm of the accordion

Heading for the harvest
Goes along the path
Leaving behind his ranch
That sheltered him
Carries in his chest
The music of the guarachero
That when he was a child his mother
Always sang to him

Northern monkey
You who dance the guaracha
Monkey
You who feel the guaracha
Monkey
To the rhythm of the accordion