Текст и перевод песни Trio Xoxocapa - Las Tres Huastecas

Las Tres Huastecas

Para hablar de la Huasteca, hay que haber nacido allá
Saborear la carne seca con tragitos de mezcal
Fumar cigarrito de hoja, prenderlo con pedernal
Aquel que mejor lo moja, al alba lo fumará

Esas Huastecas, yo no sé lo que tendrán
Al que una vez las conoce, regresa y se queda allá
Huasteca linda, cómo te voy a olvidar
Si nací con su querencia, si nací con su cantar

La Huasteca Potosina tiene flores de a montón
Sierras llenas de neblina y laderas de ilusión
En la Huasteca Hidalguense, no se alquila el corazón
Aunque diga usted "dispense", no amanece en su colchón

Esas Huastecas, yo no sé lo que tendrán
Al que una vez las conoce, regresa y se queda allá
Huasteca linda, cómo te voy a olvidar
Si nací con su querencia y nací con su cantar

Huasteca Veracruzana que te arrullas con el mar
Quien canta por tus montañas y se duerme en su palmar
Que lazas toros ladinos corriendo por el breñal
Mientras lloran los violines, huapangueando en el corral

Esas Huastecas, yo no sé lo que tendrán
Al que una vez las conoce, regresa y se queda allá
Huasteca linda, cómo te voy a olvidar
Si nací con su querencia y nací con su cantar

The Three Huastecas

To speak about the Huasteca, you have to have been born there
To savor the taste of dried meat with shots of mezcal
To smoke leaf cigarettes, to light them with flint
Who ever moistens them best will smoke it at dawn

Those Huastecas, I don't know what they hold
For who ever knows them once, returns and stays there
Lovely Huasteca, how can I forget you
If I was born with your affection, if I was born with your song

The Huasteca Potosina has plenty of flowers
Mountains full of mist and slopes of dreams
In the Huasteca Hidalguense, you don't rent your heart
Even if you say "excuse me", you don't wake up in your bed

Those Huastecas, I don't know what they hold
For who ever knows them once, returns and stays there
Lovely Huasteca, how can I forget you
If I was born with your affection and I was born with your song

Huasteca Veracruzana, you slumber with the sea
Whoever sings through your mountains and falls asleep in your palm grove
Who lassos the sly bulls running through the thicket
While the violins weep, playing huapangos in the corral

Those Huastecas, I don't know what they hold
For who ever knows them once, returns and stays there
Lovely Huasteca, how can I forget you
If I was born with your affection and I was born with your song