Crossing the roads of my country
I have seen more beautiful flowers than in a garden
I remember all of them, and they of me
Beautiful as flowers,
They have given me their loves,
That's why I send you a kiss from here
To all my flowers I want, because I am your gardener
Pretty the little flowers of my country
The one in Sonora loves me, the one in Durango is a mango
And in Tamaulipas only smiles my flower gives me
(A Lion of Nuevo León, my cross of Veracruz)
And there in Jalisco everything is ready for love
My flower of basil in Oaxaca, the Tabasqueña is my owner
And in Sinaloa is my poppy, shining in the sun
(Happy the one from Nayarit, a flan from Michoacán)
And in the District my little Clavelito waits for my love
To all my flowers I want, because I am your gardener
Pretty the little flowers of my country
None equal to that of Tlaxcala, that of Guerrero is first
And there in Chihuahua I water the water for my flower
(My desire is in Yucatan, and in Baja a tulip)
Very impatient in Aguascalientes will sleep Sol
The one that holds me up is in Puebla, my flower of liz in San Luis
And in Zacatecas my flower complains with a sweet voice
(Morelos looks like a sky, Colima always spoils me)
And there in Querétaro are the flower petals of love
Where Hidalgo is the most valuable, I have a lilac in Coahuila
I go to Guanajuato every time to see my flower ..
Only among all we can make this a better place :)