Guadalajara, Guadalajara
Guadalajara, Guadalajara
You have the provincial soul
You smell clean, early pink
A fresh green rock of the river
There are a thousand pigeons your hamlet
Guadalajara, Guadalajara
You know pure wet earth.
Oh! distant colomitos
Oh! water eyes brothers
Ay unforgettable colomitos
Unforgettable as afternoons
In that rain from the hill
He would not let us go to Zapopan.
Oh! Tlaquepaque village
Your smelling jars
Fresco the sweet tepache
For the birria, next to the mariachi
That in the pariahs and potteries
They sound with sad melacolia.
Up the chivas
Oh! Laguna de Chapala
You have a magic story
Strong sunsets and dawns
From enamored moonlit nights
Quieta Chapala is your lagoon
Romantic romance like none.
Oh! Beautiful Guadalajara
I want to tell you something.
You who conserve water from the well
Of your women the most beautiful.
Guadalajara, Guadalajara
You have the most Mexican soul.
Ay ay ay
Ay ay ay
Guadalajara, Guadalajara.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)