Power of my guitar, when I wake up in the morning
I want to sing my joy, to the Mexican land
I sing to its volcanoes, its meadows and flowers
Which are like talismans of love of my loves
Beautiful and dear Mexico, if I die far from you
Let them say that I am asleep and bring me here
Let them say that I am asleep and bring me here
My beautiful and dear Mexico, if I die far from you
May they bury me in the mountains
At the foot of the maguey trees
And may this land cover me
That is a cradle of sound men
Voice of my guitar, when I wake up in the morning
I want to sing my joy, to the Mexican land
Beautiful and dear Mexico, if I die far from you
Let them say that I am asleep and bring me here
Let them say that I am asleep and bring me here
My beautiful and dear Mexico, if I die far from you
Mexico cute and dear, if I die far from you