Tequila Con Limon - Jorge Negrete

y un cantar aqui en el pecho;

un cantar que me desgarra

cuando lo hecho con amor;

lo aprendi por esos campos,

con heridas de barbecho;

con tajadas de machetes

y vibrar de guitarron.

Lo aprendi por el palenque,

apostando a un gallo fino,

y me siento suficiente

pa' cantarlo por aqui;

al orgullo de jalisco,

lo nombraron mi padrino,

y no tiene mas ahijados,

porque ya me tiene a mi.

Sangre brava y colorada,

retadora como filo de puñal,

es la sangre de mi raza,

soñadora y cancionera,

sangre brava y peleonera,

valentona y pendenciera

como penca de nopal.

A las patas de un caballo,

juego siempre mi dinero;

y si algunas veces fallo,

me desquito en un albur.

Traigo siempre a flor de boca,

la tonada que mas quiero

y pa' ver a quien le toca,

y pa hecharla a su salud.

CORO: Sangre brava y colorada…

and a sing here in the chest;

a song that tears me apart

when I do it with love;

I learned it through those fields,

with fallow wounds;

with slices of machetes

and vibrate guitar.

I learned it from the palenque,

betting on a fine rooster,

and i feel enough

to sing it here;

to the pride of Jalisco,

they named him my godfather,

and he has no more godchildren,

because he already has me.

brave and red blood,

challenging as the edge of a dagger,

is the blood of my race,

dreamer and songwriter,

brave and quarrelsome blood,

brave and quarrelsome

like nopal leaves.

At the legs of a horse,

I always play my money;

and if sometimes I fail,

I take it out on a gamble.

I always bring to the surface of my mouth,

the tune that I love the most

and to see who gets it,

and to throw it to his health.

CHORUS: Brava and red blood…