El Viajero

I am that traveler
Who goes down the road
Through gaps and paths
Looking for his destiny

I listen to joyful trills
Of the tree-dwelling bird
Rumor of fresh breeze
From brown land

I look at the spikes
Golden in their wheat fields
Like those swaying
Very green cornfields

And the fences wind
Of broken stones
Little houses with chests
Whitewashed adobe

The virgin of the hill
Who relieves our troubles
Gives us her blessings
Miracles and kindness

With faith Mexicans
Offer her their song
And everyone visits her
On her saint's day

Mexico, Mexico
I carry you in my heart
With the joy of the mariachi
Inspiration springs forth

Mexico, Mexico
Your heart of bronze
There's nothing like Veracruz rhythms
Sung with emotion

Pools like mirrors
And warm lagoons
Combed by the wind
Foams like lace

Molcajetes stones
Snowy volcanoes
Popocatepetl and Iztaccihuatl
Lovers prostrated

I stay on this ground
So beautiful and serene
Because I have found
Songs caresses and solaces

For so many beautiful things
I stay in your bosom
Enjoying your proclamations
The traveler sings to you

Mexico, Mexico
I carry you in my heart
With the joy of the mariachi
Inspiration springs forth

Mexico, Mexico
Your heart of bronze
There's nothing like Veracruz rhythms
Sung with emotion

Mexico, Mexico
I carry you in my heart