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The document contains the lyrics of various songs, including 'Mixteca,' 'The Cachanilla,' 'New York, New York,' 'Guadalajara,' and 'Guadalupe Trigo My City.' Each song expresses deep emotions related to nostalgia, love for one's homeland, and the beauty of different places. The lyrics reflect cultural pride and personal connections to the landscapes and experiences described.
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The document contains the lyrics of various songs, including 'Mixteca,' 'The Cachanilla,' 'New York, New York,' 'Guadalajara,' and 'Guadalupe Trigo My City.' Each song expresses deep emotions related to nostalgia, love for one's homeland, and the beauty of different places. The lyrics reflect cultural pride and personal connections to the landscapes and experiences described.
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Mixteca Song Lyrics
Antonio Aguilar
How far I am from the ground,
where I was born,
immense nostalgia invades
my thought.
Seeing you so alone and sad,
like a leaf in the wind,
I would like to cry,
I would like to die, from feeling.
Oh land of the sun,
I sigh to see you,
now how far,
I live, without light, without love.
Seeing you so alone and sad,
like a leaf in the wind,
I would like to cry,
I would like to die, from emotion.
Seeing me so alone and sad,
like a leaf in the wind,
I would like to cry,
I would like to die, from feeling.
Oh land of the sun,
I sigh to see you,
nowhow far,
I live, without light, without love.
Seeing you so alone and sad,
like a leaf to the wind,
I would like to cry,
I would like to die, out of feeling.
THE CACHANILLA
I was born in Algodonales under a scorching sun
my hands calloused and I bathed in sweat
I am a true cachanilla, proud and reliable.
Mexicali was my cradle, Tecate my adoration
And in my flirty Tijuana, I carry a love ignited.
And over there in Ensenada, my heart remained
The hill of the ancient and old guardian Sentinel
it has a place in history ahhhaahh!
from that my homeland,
I am purely cachanilla, I say it without pretension
I am from Baja California ahhahh!
northern by heart
In its beloved valley, I went for a walk a thousand times.
to the Victoria station, crows and their mezquital
your large colony Carranza, San Felipe and Cucapa!
my land is an emerald always bathed in sun
From the high Rumorosa I offer you my song
to its Laguna Salda and to all its region
The hill of the Ancient Sentinel, old and wise guardian
it has a place in history ahhhaahh!
from that land of minebirth,
I am pure cachanilla, I say it without pretense.
I am from Baja California haha!
Northerner at heart!!
New York New York
Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York
these vagabondshoes, are yearning to wander
right through the very heart of it
New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps.
and find I'm king of the hill
top of the heap
These little town blues are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it.
in old new york
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere.
it's up to you, New York.. New York
New York... New York
I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps.
and find I'm a number one, top of the list
king of the hill, a number one....
These little town blues are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it
in old new york
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere.
it's up to you, new york..new york new york!!!
GUADALAJARA
Guadalajara, Guadalajara!
Guadalajara, Guadalajara!
You have the soul of a provincial.
You smell clean, like early rose
The fresh green jar from the river
There are a thousand doves in your hamlet
Guadalajara, Guadalajara
You smell like pure wet earth.
Oh! distant colomitos
Oh! little watery eyes, brothers
Oh unforgettable colomitos
Unforgettable like the afternoons
In that the rain from the hill
He/She wouldn’t let us go to Zapopan.
Oh! Tlaquepaque little town
Your fragrant little jars
They make the sweet tepache cooler.
For the birria, next to the mariachi
That in the markets and pottery
They sound with sad melancholy.
Go Chivas!!
Oh! Lake Chapala
You have the magic of a story
Stronghold of sunsets and dawns
Of enamored moonlit nights
Quiet Chapala is your lagoon
A romantic bride like no other.
Oh! Beautiful Guadalajara
I want to tell you something.
You who keep the water from the well
From your women, the most beautiful.
Guadalajara, Guadalajara!
You have the most Mexican soul.
Oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh!
Guadalajara, Guadalajara!
Guadalupe Trigo My City
My city is chinampa
in a hidden lake,
it is the mockingbird that seeks
where to make a nest,
deceptive watch
the view when turning.
Dance to the rhythm
of tequila its bravery,
the rider who risks his life
on a canvas of celebration and color.
My city is the cradle
of a sleeping child,
it is a forest of mirrors
who guard a castle,
monuments of glory
that they watch over suandar.
He is a sun
with a feathered headdress and a striped sarape,
that at night dresses as a charro
and starts to sing to love.
In the afternoons with the moon
her brown skin bathes
and when the braids are untied
his sad eyes close.
My city is chinampa...
Dance to the rhythm...
He/She is a sunshine...
Dance to the rhythm...
It is a sound...