El Guayacan
Tierra del guayacan
Lindos maderos de mi amor
Tierra del guayacan
Lindos maderos de mi amor
Es de chalpon la flor hermosa
Orgullo de mi nación
Es de chalpon la flor hermosa
Orgullo de mi nación
Tierra del guayacan
Lindos maderos de mi amor
Tierra del guayacan
Lindos maderos de mi amor
Es de chalpon la flor hermosa
Orgullo de mi nación
Es de chalpon la flor hermosa
Orgullo de mi nación
Desde chiclayo a pacora
Y de jayanca a cerro es la vieja
Desde chiclayo a pacora
Y de jayanca a cerro es la vieja
Todos gritan cual eco al cielo
En motupe esta mi cruz
Se celebra con anhelo
Ella bajará del cerro
Es la cama de Jesús
Desde chiclayo a pacora
Y de jayanca a cerro es la vieja
Desde chiclayo a pacora
Y de jayanca a cerro es la vieja
Todos gritan cuál eco al cielo
En motupe está mi cruz
Se celebra con anhelo
Ella bajará del cerro
Es la cama de Jesús
The Guayacan
Land of the guayacan
Beautiful woods of my love
Land of the guayacan
Beautiful woods of my love
The beautiful flower is chalpon
Pride of my nation
The beautiful flower is chalpon
Pride of my nation
Land of the guayacan
Beautiful woods of my love
Land of the guayacan
Beautiful woods of my love
The beautiful flower is chalpon
Pride of my nation
The beautiful flower is chalpon
Pride of my nation
From Chiclayo to Pacora
And from Jayanca to Cerro is the old lady
From Chiclayo to Pacora
And from Jayanca to Cerro is the old lady
Everyone shouts like an echo to the sky
In Motupe is my cross
It's celebrated with longing
She will come down from the hill
It's the bed of Jesus
From Chiclayo to Pacora
And from Jayanca to Cerro is the old lady
From Chiclayo to Pacora
And from Jayanca to Cerro is the old lady
Everyone shouts like an echo to the sky
In Motupe is my cross
It's celebrated with longing
She will come down from the hill
It's the bed of Jesus