Mi Mazatlan

I am a sailor from Mazatlan,
I was born on the shore of those beaches,
where the waves come and go.

The high waves,
were my cradle,
and they lulled me under the moon,
near the sea.

Mazatlan, Mazatlan,
beautiful women,
who turn the sky
into their carnival.

Mazatlan, Mazatlan,
from the boat
where I sail,
I will sing to you.

Spoken:
Oh Sinaloa, how I remember you
my dear Guasave.

Now the seagulls come and go,
they are the sailor's handkerchiefs,
saying goodbye to Mazatlan.

The bride cries, but she waits,
because she knows that the one who sails
will return.

Mazatlan, Mazatlan,
beautiful women,
who turn the sky
into their carnival.

Mazatlan, Mazatlan,
from the boat
where I sail,
I will sing to you.