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Guadalajara...Guadalajara
Guadalajara...Guadalajara
You have the soul of a provincial
You smell clean and like an early rose
Fresh jara hail from the river
There are a thousand doves in your house
Guadalajara...Guadalajara
You taste like pure wet earth
(Oh oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh)
Oh oh oh oh distant pigeons
Oh, watery eyes, brothers.
Oh unforgettable colomitos, unforgettable like the afternoons
In which the rain, from the hill, made us go, to Zapopan
(Oh oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh)
Guadalajara...Guadalajara
Oh oh oh, oh oh my brothers
Oh... oh, oh, oh Mexican
Oh unforgettable colomitos, unforgettable like the afternoons
In which the rain, from the hill, made us go, to Zapopan
Guadalajara, Guadalajara... Guadalajara Guadalajara
Guadalajara...Guadalajara
