Arjona Ricardo
If the North were the South
Mixico
My mother entrusted me to the Virgin of Guadalupe
I took my guitar, my things and I smoked heading north
I crossed the Guatemalan customs with more fear than desire.
Entri collecting the muses that they left lying around
Chava Flores, Josi Alfredo and Agustin Lara himself
and with the remains he smoked forming a Quiin dirma
and a First time, and he was alone
with a non-noun verb Jeszs in the throat.
CHORUS:
I was in Mexico, penniless
I felt like a successful man
Mixico uoh, Mexico uoh
destiny painted my path
that brought me here.
Not if it was the tequilas but I spoke with Negrete
that night in Tenampa that ended the other day
and in Division del Norte I took a taxi that later became a song.
He was so desperate waiting for his turn
with a string of songs from the Nocturnal Animal
and fear turned into respect
for singing to them here in the same land
of Manzanero , Beltran and Pedro Vargas.
CHORUS:
I was in Mexico, penniless...
Walking in the mall, an old woman was talking to me
Pedro Infante is alive, he spends every morning
And here, what is loved never dies.
Mixico
Without a penny I felt like a successful man
Mixico
Destiny painted my path.

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