Guadalajara, Guadalajara
Guadalajara, Guadalajara
You have the soul of a provincial
You smell clean like an early rose
Fresh cistus bird from the river
There are a thousand pigeons to marry the river
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You taste like pure wet land
Ay, ha, ha, ay, ha, ha
Aj, ha, ha, ay, ha, ha
Aj distant pigeons with little eyes
Of water brothers
Oh unforgettable pigeons
Unforgettable as the afternoons
In which the rain, from the hill, goes
It took us to Zapopam
Ay misermano ay-ha-ha Mexicano
Ay unforgettable pigeons
Unforgettable like the afternoons
In which the rain, from the hill, goes
It made us, until Zapopam
Guadalajara, Guadalajara
Guadalajara, Guadalajara
Guadalajara, Guadalajara

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