| Today that fate brought me to this land
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| Where the Pacific is something like no other
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| The Band of the Bend is necessary
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| To sing a corrido to Mazatlan
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| I know that I must sing with all my soul
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| For these people who are pure heart
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| Let's see if my song reaches the mountain
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| And even in El Faro you can hear my song
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| Oh, what a beautiful Paseo del Centenario
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| Oh, how beautiful is your cathedral too
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| Here even a poor man feels like a millionaire
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| Here life goes by without crying
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| I am a foreigner, I was born from here far away
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| And yet I tell you in my singing
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| That you all have a pride
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| The great pride of being from Mazatlan
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| Those women, who have for women
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| Before the roses they can compare them
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| Because the aroma that carnations have
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| They have it and they have something else
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| And about his men, because what could he tell them
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| That they are friends and nobles in truth
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| And without forgetting your typical Spiders
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| How beautiful is everything in Mazatlan!
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| Oh, what a beautiful Paseo del Centenario
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| Oh, how beautiful is your cathedral too
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| Here even a poor man feels like a millionaire
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| Here life goes by without crying
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| I am a foreigner, I was born from here far away
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| And yet I tell you in my singing
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| That you all have a pride
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| The great pride of being from Mazatlan |