Washing machines, refrigerators
But the tar, don't think it's Chapo Guzmán
There's a road that leads
Burnt fruit and coffee
The wreath of orange blossoms
The little dark-skinned one who holds the sun
With the moon under her feet
We pray dancing around the stars
Love rains on the pain
It's in these smiles that I hear your name
Our Lady of Guadalupe
Our Lady of Guadalupe
There's a dance floor already full
With hot passion and maracas
And the bolero starts again
The little dark-skinned one who holds the sun
With the moon under her feet
We pray dancing around the stars
Love rains on the pain
It's in these smiles that I hear your name
Our Lady of Guadalupe
I start thinking about the last time
Sweating together with no shame
Because it's natural and it feels good
To love the truest things again
The little dark-skinned one who holds the sun
With the moon under her feet
We pray dancing around the stars
Love rains on the pain
It's in these smiles that I hear your name
Our Lady of Guadalupe