La Guadalupana (part. Alexander Hacha)
Huey tonantzin, tonanzin
Huey tonantzin
Desde el cielo una hermosa mañana,
Desde el cielo una hermosa mañana,
La guadalupana, la guadalupana,
La guadalupana bajo al tepeyac
Suplicante juntaba sus manos
Suplicante juntaba sus manos
Y eran mexianos, y eran mexicanos
Y eran mexicanos su porte y su faz.
Por el monte pasaba juan diego
Por el monte pasaba juan diego
Y acercóse luego y acercóse luego
Y acercóse luego al oír cantar
Ave maria, te suplico que cuides de nuestas vidas
Aun que esten vacias o perdidas muchas almas
Clama calma en estos dias con solo guiar a
Que me lleven a encontrar sabiduria pero nada
Mucha gente no sabe que la fe mueve montañas
Y puede cambiar de repente lo que se conoce como
Mala racha llena eres de gracia me iluminas en
Momentos de desgracia
Madre mia, para ti es mi alabanza
Este cerro elijo, este cerro elijo
Este cerro elijo para ser mi altar
Desde entonces para el mexicano,
Desde entonces para el mexicano
Ser guadalupano, ser guadalupano
Ser guadalupano es algo escencial
Ser guadalupano es algo escencial
Ser guadalupano.
Esta canción es para la morena, mira, de corazón
Huey tonantzin, tonanzin
Huey tonantzin (se repite
The Guadalupana (feat. Alexander Hacha)
Great mother, mother of our gods
Great mother
From the sky on a beautiful morning
From the sky on a beautiful morning
The Guadalupana, the Guadalupana
The Guadalupana came down to Tepeyac
Pleading, she joined her hands
Pleading, she joined her hands
And they were Mexicans, and they were Mexicans
Their bearing and their face
Juan Diego passed through the mountain
Juan Diego passed through the mountain
And he approached, and he approached
And he approached upon hearing the singing
Hail Mary, I beg you to take care of our lives
Even if they are empty or lost, many souls
Cry out for calm in these days by just guiding
Lead me to find wisdom but nothing
Many people do not know that faith moves mountains
And can suddenly change what is known as
A bad streak, full of grace you illuminate me in
Moments of misfortune
My mother, to you is my praise
I choose this hill, I choose this hill
I choose this hill to be my altar
Since then for the Mexican
Since then for the Mexican
To be Guadalupano, to be Guadalupano
To be Guadalupano is something essential
To be Guadalupano is something essential
To be Guadalupano
This song is for the brown-skinned woman, look, from the heart
Great mother, mother of our gods
Great mother (repeats)