Guadalajara

Guadalajara, Guadalajara
Guadalajara, Guadalajara

You have the soul of a provincial
You smell clean, like an early rose
Like fresh green jara from the river
A thousand doves in your hamlet
Guadalajara, Guadalajara
You smell of pure wet earth

Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Tlaquepaque little town
Your fragrant little jars
Make the sweet tepache cooler
For the birria, next to the mariachi
That in the markets and potteries
Sound with sad melancholy

Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Pink Guadalajara
I want to tell you something
You who preserve well water
And in your women, the most beautiful
Guadalajara, Guadalajara
You have the most Mexican soul

Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Guadalajara
Guadalajara