Song to San Marcos
Candacuchex, I sing to you
and your precious women
that in the garden of the West
they are rosebuds.
They are brunettes with black eyes,
pretty blondes with blue eyes,
they are cute and beautiful
the women of San Marcos.
I sing to my apartment
municipalities that are a beauty,
San Lorenzo, San Pedro Xecano,
to Tejutla and the great Tumbador.
From San Rafael Pie de la Cuesta
I go singing to Malacatán,
to San Pablo, to the Suchiate River,
and to the highest grandiose volcano.
Long live Saint Mark! (Live!)
my beautiful land
Long live Saint Mark! (Live!)
my great love
and I shout full of pride:
I’m from Marquense, word of honor!
Candacuchex is beautiful
with its golden fields,
it is a beautiful garden
the valley of «La Esmeralda».
They are brunettes with black eyes,
pretty blondes with blue eyes,
they are cute and beautiful
the women of San Marcos.
There are Tacaná and Tajumulco,
two titans who sing to the sun
and in their song they tell the world
that there are men with big hearts here.
They are peaceful, but brave,
daredevils, maybe, yes sir
And if any of you doubt it,
is Barrios El Reformador.
Long live Saint Mark!
