Hecho En Mexico
Hecho en Mexicocompa ahi te va
Hecho en MexicoCompa ahi te vaHecho en MexicoTe va arrastrar
Hecho en MexicoCompa ahi te vaHecho en Mexicota-ra-ra-raa
Hecho en MexicoCompa ahi te vaHecho en Mexicota-ra-ra-raa
The day I was born, the star diedI came to this world, to the land most beautifulit's the house of the moon, like my homelandin this world there's only one, it's the land of the sunmy people have style and they're full of flavor
I'm strong like tequila(ahh)I'm also fierce like liquorgreen, white and redthat is my color
I don't have money but I'm overflowing with courageno matter how much it's happened upon, I always bring the heatI don't forget my roots; I am the son of the cornI feel proud of this great country
I am a relative of Villa as well as of Zapatacrack open a Tecate then a Modelit's all good brothis is enough to comfort me
Hecho en MexicoCompa ahi te vaHecho en Mexicota-ra-ra-raa
Hecho en MexicoCompa ahi te vaHecho en Mexicota-ra-ra-raa
I don't know where to startwe have so many things; I'll never finishthose traitors I will executeI am Aztec, of Chichimec, Zapotecan (and on the inside)
Indian, Yaqui, Tarasco and Mayanpound for pound we are the bestkilo for kilo we are the championsI like pulque (type of liquor) all the way
I like tortillas fresh off the burnerbada** for everything, I am a professionalI'd survive anywhereI always find a way
In every placeI raise my flagwe are such; we like our nopales (type of food)we tackle every type of job
Man, it doesn't have a chancethe word Mexico tatooed on my belly
Hecho en MexicoCompa ahi te vaHecho en Mexicota-ra-ra-raa
Hecho en MexicoCompa ahi te vaHecho en Mexicota-ra-ra-raa
Coming to us live from the Purple Mountainsputting Tepechitlan back on the mapReleased out of my cage, the sun on my facepulsating through my veins
It's the pride in my heartwhat you hear in my voicewhat never gave inwhat traveled to foreign landsnever forgetting my culture
I came back (To my people)to give my respectsand this I dedicate to my fellow [Mexicans]farming the land, sowing the seedand then after the season reaping the harvest
(We're) Poor but honorablewhat's clear is the descencybeautiful and beloved Mexico; if I die elsewheremay it be said that I'm sleepingand may they take me to you.