Paroles et traduction Mr. Yosie Locote - Mi Mexico Querido

Mi Mexico Querido

Suenan los Mariachis es emblema de mi tierra
Puro Mexicano que muere por su bandera
Corre por mi sangre orgullo de Azteca
Que viva mi raza Mexican morena
Agarré su vaso locos y brindemos
Suban el tequila como Villa celebremos
Revolucionarios que dejaron huella
Que dieron su vida por su patria y su bandera
Ter un general mucha gente armando
Tumbando al gobierno y maquina robando
Le dician bandido era perseguido
Por todo el gobierno y por enemigos
Precio su cabeza necio fucking pressa
Cuando lo mataron, no agarraron de sorpresa
Era Pancho Villa revolucionario grande general
Le decía en centauro

Que viva mi tierra México querido
Te llevo en mi mente y nunca se olvido
Aqui yo nací, aqui yo crecido
Y quiero morir bajo de esto abrigo

Peleando la tierra el grande Zapata
Con su requerimientos a los pueblos el entraba
Su hynas bonitas feliz adelitas
A toda la tropa pa donde quiera seguían
Pantalón de cuero, pistola, sombrero
Mirada maldita caballo lucero
"Es mejor morir de pie, que morir arrodillado"
Lo dijo Zapata, llamado Emiliano
Revolucionario afrente de guerra
Bien llenos de balas, truenos 30-30
Todos al ataque se oyen las trompetas
Y van decididos a tumbar la presa
Grandes generales, revolucionarios
Que dieron su vida, como olvidarlos
Afrente de guerra con su tropa al mando
Todos pa delante tumbando al contrario

Que viva mi tierra México querido
Te llevo en mi mente y nunca se olvido
Aqui yo nací, aqui yo crecido
Y quiero morir bajo de esto abrigo

Viva México, lo revolucionarios
Y que viva la raza loca
Mexicanos 100 %
South Side, Mr. Yosie Locote

My Beloved Mexico

The Mariachis play the musical emblem of my homeland
A true Mexican who would die for its flag
Pride of the Aztecs runs through my veins
Long live my Mexican race, a beautiful brown
Grab your cup, my friends, let's make a toast
Raise the tequila high as Villa celebrated
Revolutionaries who left their mark
Who gave their lives for their country and its banner
There was a general with a well-armed force
Overthrowing the government, robbing their machines
They called him a bandit, he was hunted relentlessly
By the government and his enemies
A price on his head, the relentless rebel
When they killed him, it came as no surprise
Pancho Villa, the great general, revolutionary
They called him the Centaur

Long live my land, my beloved Mexico
I carry you in my heart, never to be forgotten
Here I was born, here I was raised
And here I wish to die, under your shelter

Fighting for the land, the great Zapata
With his demands, he rallied the people
His beautiful soldaderas, fearless women
Followed the troops wherever they went
Leather pants, pistols, hats
A fierce gaze, a magnificent horse
"It is better to die standing than to live on your knees"
So said Zapata, known as Emiliano
A revolutionary leading the war
Amidst the bullets and 30-30 rifles
They charged into battle, trumpets blaring
Determined to crush the enemy
Great generals, revolutionaries
Who gave their lives, how can we forget them?
Leading the charge, their troops at their command
Pushing forward, defeating the opposition

Long live my land, my beloved Mexico
I carry you in my heart, never to be forgotten
Here I was born, here I was raised
And here I wish to die, under your shelter

Viva Mexico, viva the revolutionaries
And viva our crazy race
Mexicans through and through
South Side, Mr. Yosie Locote