A Los Charros born in the highlands,
I give them this challenging cry.
I want to see a rider in his room,
show us that he is a man of value.
Let it start behind a good steer,
with more tricks than satan himself
And match your very light horse,
And I take the tail without failing.
ea! ea! ea !!!
This scream I throw very proud,
In case anyone wants to cheat.
Although I know that Mexican charros
They do not crack or throw themselves back. (2X)
What women, gentlemen, what women,
Those that your Charros come to admire.
On their lips they bring honey for their quereres
And in their eyes daggers to kill.
How beautiful their Jalisco costumes,
They stole the sky its shine.
Their females are my joculenses Chinese,
They were born namás to fall in love.
And those haughty and arrogant charros,
That always bring the heart,
And they sing their love to the stars.
And in romantic circles of illusion.
And this charra that tastes like rawhide
A bullet wants you and a mezcal
And that proudly teaches as a shield to the glorious national jarana.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)