El Mariachi de Mi Tierra

Mariachi of my land
From my land of Guadalajara
I will give it my song.
Rocked with its tunes
My cradle swayed
And my soul became musical.

Its violins and guitars
In the cool early mornings
Are a sweet awakening.
Virgin soul of the mariachi
When I hear its songs
I feel like crying.

The mariachi plays with joyful sound
Listen, how it cheers! Sings my song.
The old harp sounds (Ay! Ay! Ay!)
The guitarrón sounds (Ay! Ay! Ay!)
The violin complains (Ay! Ay! Ay!)
Just like me.

Its cathedral towers
Like white water lilies
Water lilies upside down
In San Juan de Dios, my neighborhood
I ride bareback and drink from a jug
And tequila is my woman.

The wide-brimmed hat is my luxury
The mariachis are my pleasure
To sing to whom I know
Oh beautiful Tepatitlán
Oh the Highlands of Jalisco
Where we are the real deal.

The mariachi plays with joyful sound
Listen, how it cheers! Sings my song.
The old harp sounds (Ay! Ay! Ay!)
The guitarrón sounds (Ay! Ay! Ay!)
The violin complains (Ay! Ay! Ay!)
Just like me.

The old harp sounds
The guitarrón sounds
The violin complains
Just like me.