Guadalajara, Guadalajara,
Guadalajara, Guadalajara ...
You have the provincial soul
you smell clean early pink,
to green fresh rock of the river,
there are a thousand pigeons your house,
Guadalajara, Guadalajara
You smell like pure wet earth.
Ay, ay, ay, ay! Far Colomito ...
Oh! Little eyes of water, brothers
Oh! Unforgettable Colomitos,
unforgettable as afternoons
in which the rain from the hill
He would not let us go to Zapopan.
Ay, ay, ay, ay! Tlaquepaque Pueblito ...
Your smelling jars
they make fresh sweet tepache
next to the birria with the mariachi
that in pariahs and potteries
It sounds sad with melancholy.
Ay, ay, ay, ay! Laguna de Chapala ...
You have a magic story,
Tale of sunsets and dawn
s of enamored moonlit nights,
Still, Chapala, it's your lagoon,
romantic girlfriend like none.
Ay, ay, ay, ay! Zapopitan of the soul,
I never heard other bells
like the graves of your convent,
where my sufferings are alleviated
Sad Zapopan,
open missal where my feelings are friars.
Ay, ay, ay, ay! Guadalajara Beautiful ...
I want to tell you something:
You who conserve water from the well
and in your women the faithful rebozo,
Guadalajara, Guadalajara
You have the most Mexican soul ..
Ay ay ay! Ay ay ay! Ay ay ay! Ay ay ay!
Guadalajara ... Guadalajara.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)