Mexican National Anthem

Chorus

Mexicans, at the cry of war

the tempered steel and the steed,

and the earth shakes at its centers.

to the sound of the cannon's roar.

O homeland! Your olive temples

from peace the divine archangel,

that in heaven your eternal destiny

by the finger of God it was written.

But if a strange enemy dares

to profane your soil with her plant,

think oh beloved homeland that the sky

a soldier in each son he gave you.

Chorus

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War, war without truce to anyone who tries

to stain the emblems of the homeland!

War, war! The patriotic banners

in the waves soaked in blood.

war, war! in the mountain, in the valley

the horrible cannons thunder,

and the sound echoes resonate

with the voices of unity! freedom!

Chorus
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before, homeland, than defenseless your children

under the yoke let them bend their necks,

may your fields be watered with blood,

on blood let his foot be stamped.

And your temples, palaces and towers

collapse with a horrid roar,

and their ruins exist saying:

From a thousand heroes, the homeland was here.

Chorus

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Homeland! Homeland! Your children swear to you

to exhale its breath in your altars,

if the bugle with its warlike accent

it calls us to face with courage.

For you, the olive garlands!

A memory for them of glory!

A laurel for you of victory!

A tomb of honor for them!

Chorus

Mexicans at the cry of war

the prepared steel and the gelding,

and the earth trembles in its centers.

to the sonorous roar of the cannon.

Little bird, little bird,

little cliff bird

What beautiful eyes you have

It's a pity that they have an owner.

What little bird is that?

What sings in that lime?

You, tell him not to sing,

that my heart hurts.

What little bird is that?

What sings in that fig tree?

You tell him not to sing,

let them wait for me to die.

Take this little golden key,

open my chest and you will see

how much I love you

and the poor pay that you give me.

Take this little gold box

look what it has inside,

it carries loves, it carries jealousy,

and a little bit of feeling.

Yacon, I say goodbye to you.

with a saddened soul,

I already sang you the pains

and the sorrows of my life.

I am from San Luis Potosí,

it's my neighborhood San Miguelito

I am from the center of Mexico,

I am, by God, my lonely heart.

I am from San Luis Potosí

that the prickly pear drew completely,

(where, buddy).

Where the eagle stopped

and drew his imprint

on the tricolor canvas.

Neighbor of ten states.

from Nuevo León and Querétaro and sovereign Jalisco,

from the cheerful Aguascalientes,

from the joyful Aguascalientes that is famous in Silao;

to its San Marcos fair,

I go happily to the San Marcos fair year after year.

Good friend is Guanajuato,

Good friend is Guanajuato, colonial and great soldier.

Oh the ra la, oh the ra la,

neighbor of Tamaulipas, Coahuila, and Zacatecas,

Like Hidalgo and Veracruz, San Luis has its Huastecas.

(And that's why I proudly say compadre)

I am from San Luis Potosí

that the nopal drew complete,

(where, bro).
Where the eagle stopped

and drew its print

on the tricolor canvas.

I am from San Luis Potosí.

From San Luis Potosí.

Cool San Luis

Between always blue hills And surrounded by pirules How beautiful San Luis looks. Me
It seems a birth Where far away I feel To see you happy Is fortune among
Fortune Trying your tasty prickly pears Coralitos from the nopal But I prefer the
Encarnao punch from your colonche and a good drink of mezcal.

The Potosí girls are like sweets, they are tempting to the palate.
sweets like the molasses The honey water and the panocha Who would not adore them.
That's why I love you so much, Land of loves and charm, Land where I was born; For
There is nothing like your dark ones, Tuaguamiel and your little tunas Chulo San Luis Potosí.

The northern

She has such bluish eyes

the northern woman of my loves

that if I look inside them

I find the flashes appealing.

of the colored stones.

When they look at me happily

they seem to me a garden of flowers

and if they cry it seems to me

that are going to be undone...

Linda, don't cry.

Green are (like the slope of the mountain)

her little eyes looked at me

and that night she killed me with her gaze.

From you (what your eyes have)

if they see me (with the lights of love)

and if they cry it seems to me

that they are going to get rid of...

Linda, don't cry.

Pretty ladybug

Goodbye, pretty little Mary

I'm leaving because you don't love me anymore.

as I love you.

Goodbye, beautiful little girl,

I'm going to very distant lands

and I will never return.

Goodbye, life of my life,

the cause of my pains,

the love of my loves,

the perfume of my flowers,

I will let go forever.

Goodbye, pretty little Mariquita,

I am leaving with a saddened soul.

I am leaving because of your disdain,

without mercy they have wounded forever

my poor heart.

Goodbye, my little white house

the cradle of my loves.

When I look at you among the flowers,

and by singing you my pains,

I give you my last goodbye.

Goodbye my little one

Goodbye my little one

don't cry for your pancho

that if he/she leaves the ranch

he will return very soon

You will see that from the lowlands

I bring you good things

a kiss that your sorrows

you will forget very soon

The bows for your braids

and for your mommy

ball fringed shawl and its Nahua fish of fish scale

Oh! What the heck!...

Don't cry, my beautiful one

because I'm leaving "feeling sad"

and I want to leave singing

We were always cheerful

and when I return I want

you receive your rancher

smiling like the sun

And you say that upon leaving

as far away as he/she/it went

he/she was taking his/her truck

lit to the heart

Oh! What the heck...!

To die for your love

To die for your love, how blissful it must be

To die for your divine eyes, which are the expression of pleasure

To die, yes to die, sings the nightingale, that everything in life is love, love

Sing, sing, sing, sing, because in the end life is very short.

Laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, for in the end life is crazy.

Love, love, love, love, a word that holds a destiny

Your name is sacred, because in you there is always pain.

To die for your love, what a joy it must be

To die for your divine eyes, which are the expression of pleasure

To die, yes to die, sings the nightingale, that everything in life is love, love.

Wanderer
Look at me and tell me if you see,

the love that I carry in my soul,

Look closely if you think you see nothing.

I have more than you think,

I have a dream that travels with me,

and dreams every morning.

Let me show you,

that I am just like this,

owner of my own destiny,

only owner of my...

And from the moon,

of my dreams

of the nights and the days.

from my voice in the silence,

of my tears and laughter,

I have the heart... of Peregrina.

Wanderer.

I have light that can shine,

the love in your gaze,

look closely if you think you see nothing.

I want to be the one who goes with you,

and to wake up...

in love with you.

Let me show you,

that I am just this way,

owner of my own destiny,

only owner of my...

And from the moon,

of my dreams

of the nights and the days.

From my voice in the silence,

from my tears and laughter,

I have the heart...

always in search of your love.

I don't know where you are,

when will you arrive,

and if in the end I will find you,

buscaré sin descansar,

another day on the moon.

In my dreams,
in the nights and the days,

in my voice in the silence,

in my tears and laughter.

In my dreams,

In the silence,

I have the heart... of Peregrina

Four milpas

Only four fields have remained,

From the little ranch that was mine, oh!

From that little house so white and pretty,

How sad it is.

The pastures are without cattle,

the lagoon dried up

the wire fence that was in the yard

it also fell.

will you lend me your eyes, brunette,

I carry them in my soul, let them look over there,

The remnants of that little house,

So white and beautiful, how sad she is.

the crops were lost

It's all over, oh!

It's all over.

the palm trees wept for their absence

the lagoon dried up there

los piones y arrieros

everyone left and no one remained

That's why I'm sad, brunette.

that's why I get very sad and cry

remembering the happy afternoons

that we both spent in that place..

-The Mariachi

Atotonilco

Don't beat around the bush, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

Little train, go to Atotonilco.

It appears that at the station,

From trinkets my heart.

En ese Atotonilco de naranjos en flor,

they look like little angels of God,

they are more beautiful than a song,

of those that are pure love.

Atotonilco, your sky has tranquil beauties.

like a ray of moonlight ignited in your stillness,

like a bouquet of beautiful roses, oh, oh, oh, oh.

The Valentina

Valentina, Valentina,

I would like to tell you

that a passion dominates me

and it is the one that made me come.

They say that for your loves

a bad one is going to follow me,

it doesn't matter that they are the devil

I also know how to die.

Yes, because I drink tequila.

Tomorrow I will drink sherry,

Yes, because they see me drunk.

Tomorrow you won't see me anymore.

Valentina, Valentina,

I am surrendered at your feet,

if they are to kill me tomorrow

just kill me already.

Put enthusiasm and love into everything.

to live intensely,

things turn out better

if they are made with enthusiasm

and to be happier

I can tell you,

Put enthusiasm and love into everything.

Life is brief and it passes by

if we let it pass

We must teach how to live

to our great heart

and to be happier, I to you

I can tell you:

Put enthusiasm and love into everything

Cada mañana nace y brilla el sol

and we are given another chance

every morning we can give something

so that the world can be better

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