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Guastatoya, tender paradise,
sweet little corner of illusion,
your women have the spell
and the mystery for my song.
Beautiful city of Los Celajes
and the afternoons full of light,
There are beautiful landscapes in your fields,
that beautify you my Holy Cross.
I want to take you
A necklace of swallows,
to be able to remember
Of your nights so divine
I sing to my beautiful and beautiful land,
to its flowers and exquisite women,
to its delicious climate, without rival,
to its exquisite sky, without equal,
source of my inspiration
of poetry and song.
Puerto Barrios, paradise
where my loves go to anchor,
your bay is the cradle
where the waves lull the sea.
Land of the East, hear my song,
hear the notes of my song.
Your straight streets are charming
You have captivated my heart.
How pretty, how happy Jutiapa is!
How precious is the Cradle of the Sun!
your beautiful and beautiful women
They are the reason for my song.
Quetzaltenango,
city of poetry and song,
divine source
of my inspiration
I sing to your sky
and your climate without equal.
Retalhuleu,
warm and beautiful land
the road "Las Palmas"
fans and refreshes you
and the Palmar lulls you.
Ancient, city of dreams,
since colonial times
beautiful legends are woven
under the canopy of the coffee plantation.