Текст и перевод песни Pedro Fernandez - Guadalajara

Guadalajara

Guadalajara, Guadalajara,
Guadalajara, Guadalajara...

Tienes el alma de provinciana
Hueles a limpia rosa temprana,
A verde jara fresca del rio,
Son mil palomas tu caserio,

Guadalajara, Guadalajara
Hueles a pura tierra mojada.

Ay ay ay ay! Colomito Lejano...
Ay! Ojitos de agua hermanos,

Ay! Colomitos inolvidables,
Inolvidables como las tardes
En que la lluvia desde la loma
No nos dejaba ir a Zapopan.

Ay ay ay ay! Tlaquepaque Pueblito...

Tus olorosos jarritos
Hacen mas fresco el dulce tepache
Junto a la birria con el mariachi
Que en los parianes y alfarerias
Suena con triste melancolia.

Ay ay ay ay! Laguna de Chapala...

Tienes de un cuento la magia,
Cuento de ocasos y de alborada
S de enamoradas noches lunadas,
Quieta, Chapala, es tu laguna,
Novia romántica como ninguna.

Ay ay ay ay! Zapopitan del alma,
Nunca escuché otras campanas
Como las graves de tu convento,
Donde se alivian mis sufrimientos

Triste Zapopan,
Misal abierto donde son frailes mis sentimientos.

Ay ay ay ay! Guadalajara Hermosa...
Quiero decirte una cosa:

Tu que conservas agua del pozo
Y en tus mujeres el fiel rebozo,

Guadalajara, Guadalajara
Tienes el alma mas mexicana.

Ay ay ay! Ay ay ay! Ay ay ay! Ay ay ay!

Guadalajara... Guadalajara.

Guadalajara

Guadalajara, Guadalajara,
Guadalajara, Guadalajara...

You have the soul of a provincial
You smell like a clean early rose,
To green jara fresh from the river,
Your little village is a thousand doves,

Guadalajara, Guadalajara
You smell of pure wet earth.

Oh oh oh oh! Distant little dove...
Oh! Little eyes of brotherly water,

Oh! Unforgettable little doves,
Unforgettable like the afternoons
When the rain from the hill
Didn't let us go to Zapopan.

Oh oh oh oh! Tlaquepaque little town...

Your fragrant little jars
Make the sweet tepache even fresher
Along with the birria with the mariachi
That in the markets and potteries
Plays with sad melancholy.

Oh oh oh oh! Lake Chapala...

You have the magic of a story,
A story of sunsets and dawns
And of moonlit nights for lovers,
Quiet, Chapala, is your lagoon,
Romantic bride like no other.

Oh oh oh oh! Zapopitan of my soul,
I have never heard other bells
Like the deep ones of your convent,
Where my sufferings are relieved

Sad Zapopan,
An open missal where my feelings are friars.

Oh oh oh oh! Beautiful Guadalajara...
I want to tell you something:

You who keep the water from the well
And the faithful rebozo in your women,

Guadalajara, Guadalajara
You have the most Mexican soul.

Oh oh oh! Oh oh oh! Oh oh oh! Oh oh oh!

Guadalajara... Guadalajara.