Guadalajara, Guadalajara
you have the provincial soul,
you smell clean early pink,
aver de jara, fresh from the river,
Your village is a thousand pigeons.
Guadalajara, Guadalajara,
You smell like pure wet earth.
Oh! Far Colomitos.
Oh! Little eyes of water brothers.
Oh! Unforgettable Colomitos,
unforgettable as afternoons,
in the rain from the hill,
go to Zapopan.
Oh! Tlaquepaque village,
your smelly little jars
they make fresh sweet tepache
for the birria next to the mariachi,
that in pariahs and potteries
it sounds sad melancholy.
Oh! Laguna de Chapala,
you have a magic story,
tales of sunsets and dawns,
of enamored moonlit nights,
Still, Chapala, it's your lagoon,
romantic girlfriend like none.
Oh! Zapopitan of the soul,
never hear other bells
like the graves of your convent,
where my sufferings are alleviated
Sad Zapopan, open missal,
where my thoughts are friars.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)