Mexico deutsche Übersetzung
von Dschinghis Khan

The red sun rises on the skyline,
As if coming from the Aztec gold.
The shadows of conquistadors,
The lost rides and ruins we cannot see.
High over the Sierra Madres
One can hear the beat of the drum.
And when the old gods are quiet,
For the ancient times are here to stay.

You foreign county, give your secrets no price.
You proud country, built out of love, blood, and tears.
You were conquered a thousand times
And in the end, you won.
And every fate that you wrote,
You came and you stayed, then you loved yourself.

Mexico, Mexico.
Mariachi bands play old songs and give tequila,
So no sadness remains, and everyone sings.
Mexico, Mexico - Then your flowers bloom with desire
And where the hot winds are, the songs of freedom sing in Mexico.


Evenings in the Avenidas,
They strike the poor and strike the rich.
Your country awakes from a slumber,
The drunks have a party with everything from before.
You beautiful country, full of passion and sincerity,
You hot country, where dreams are fiercely destroyed by fire.

Mexico, Mexico.
Mariachi bands play old songs and give tequila,
So no sadness remains, and everyone sings.
Mexico, Mexico - Then your flowers bloom with desire
And where the hot winds are, the songs of freedom sing in Mexico.

(Viva Mexico, Mexico Mexico) (Viva Mexico, Mexico Mexico)
(Viva Mexico, Mexico Mexico)

Mexico, Mexico.
Mariachi bands play old songs and give tequila,
So no sadness remains, and everyone sings.
Mexico, Mexico - Then your flowers bloom with desire
And where the hot winds are, the songs of freedom sing in Mexico.

Mexico, Mexico. (Viva Mexico, Viva Mexico)
Mexico, Mexico. (Viva Mexico, Viva Mexico Viva Mexico
Viva Mexico Viva Mexico Viva Mexico Viva Mexico Viva)