Caminos de Guanajuato
No vale nada la vida, la vida no vale nada
Comienza siempre llorando, y así llorando se acaba
Por eso es que en este mundo, la vida no vale nada
Bonito León, Guanajuato, su feria con su jugada
Ahí se apuesta la vida, y se respeta al que gana
Allá en mi León, Guanajuato, la vida no vale nada
Camino de Guanajuato, que pasas por tanto pueblo
No pases por Salamanca, que ahí me hiere el recuerdo
Vete rodeando vereda, no pases porque me muero
El Cristo de tu montaña, el cerro del cubilete
Consuelo de los que sufren, adoración de la gente
El Cristo de tu montaña, del cerro del cubilete
Camino de Santa Rosa, la sierra de Guanajuato
Ahí nomás tras Lomita, se ve Dolores, Hidalgo
Yo ahí me quedo paisano, allí es mi pueblo adorado
Guanajuato Roads
Life is worth nothing, life is worth nothing at all
It always begins with weeping, and weeping is how it ends
That's why, in this world, life is worth nothing
Beautiful León, Guanajuato, its fair and its games
One bets with one's life there, and the winner is respected
There, in my León, Guanajuato, life is meaningless
Road to Guanajuato, that passes through so many towns
Don't go through Salamanca, the memories there hurt my soul
Take a detour, don't go there or I'll die
The Christ upon your mountain, the Hill of Cubilete
A source of solace for those who suffer, adoration of the people
The Christ upon your mountain, the Hill of Cubilete
Roads of Santa Rosa, the mountain range of Guanajuato
Just beyond that small ridge, one can see Dolores Hidalgo
That is where I shall stay, my friend, that is my beloved hometown