Juan Colorado

My name is Juan Colorado
I am a man from Michoacán
And even the bravest
When they see me, they go pale

I carry on my horse a saddle
Made of leather, silver, and ivory
And two guns on my belt
For those who don't enter the fold

Long live my land Michoacán
Bring Charanda to toast
Juan Colorado is here
Riding his horse The Hurricane

Through mountains and valleys
On my horse, I cross swiftly
And in every town I pass through
I always leave a love alive

When I meet a brave one
Who wants to fight face to face
With my gun or machete
And with my luck, I will win

Long live my land Michoacán
Bring Charanda to toast
Juan Colorado is here
Riding his horse The Hurricane

Juan Colorado is leaving
He came here to greet you
Whoever seeks him will find him
In the direction of Apatzingán

Always seeking adventures
I go eagerly with blind zeal
Through those flowery fields
Of my land, which is Michoacán

Long live my land Michoacán
Bring Charanda to toast
Juan Colorado is leaving
Riding his horse The Hurricane

Long live my land Michoacán
Bring Charanda to toast
Juan Colorado is leaving
Riding his horse The Hurricane