My girlfriend is getting old on me

Singer-songwriter: Ricardo Arjona

She has been my girlfriend as long as I can remember.

Good love since I saw her

I already had a space in my notebook
To paint your name and show off

He loved me when I was on the edge of the finish line

I arrived second to last in the marathon

He wants me to be either insensitive or a poet

Of genius, of minister or of jester

My girlfriend is getting old on me.

And it's been a bit difficult for him to walk.
Three months without coming and she on a platter
Would you like another coffee for your love?

My girlfriend is getting old on me.

And I who was starting to fall in love
Of the weight of the things that it advises
Of your universal gift of forgiveness

She is my girlfriend and does not use blackmail.

He sets rules of fidelity
He has meddled with every character
Regardless of the exclusivity.

He/She loves me the same if I go as a guerrilla.

He won the Nobel Peace Prize.
It doesn't matter to him/her whether I go last or first.

Whether I am conformist or tenacious

My girlfriend is getting old on me.

And it is costing him a little to walk
Three months without coming and her on a platter
Do you need another coffee for your love?

My girlfriend is getting old on me.

And I was starting to fall in love
Of the weight of things that it advises
Of your universal gift of forgiveness

My girlfriend always has a plate on.

In case I ever think of coming back
And he prepared a budget at the bank
And although the analogy is already so obvious
You will know that I am only speaking to you… mom

With a Song
Singer-songwriter: Carlos Peña

Everything begins with a song

the paths open and you dream a little
with a song one falls asleep
You touch the sky and the world is different...

With a song, life is more beautiful;

the heart is reborn and hope is reborn for us...

With a song, the sorrows are played away.

The difficult becomes easy when sung with the heart;
every time you dream, joy is renewed,
the fantasy becomes real when sung with the heart...

With a song, everything is reborn, you feel it in your chest.

what was worth it, with a song you fly so high

so close to the sky that you can touch it..

With a song, life is more beautiful;

the heart is reborn and hope is reborn in us...

With a song, the sorrows are played away like this.

The difficult becomes easy when sung with the heart;
every time you dream, joy is renewed,
The fantasy becomes real when sung with the heart...

Alas
Alejandro Arriaza

Gray morning, it's another day.

Life is outside and I have to start over.
The newspaper tells me that everything is the same.

And the truck, well, it's the never-ending story.

I am being careful, I don't want to get mugged.

The rain doesn't stop and I think I'm going to get soaked.
It's another day, it's another same day.

But in a corner, my girl is waiting for me.

Her curves seduce me, her strings wink at me.
It can't be! My life can't be this bad!
It seems that poets no longer have anything to talk about.
I think Mrs. Culture is thinking about committing suicide.

Your memories overwhelm me as I sing my song.

My tired heart has already asked for its retirement.

It doesn't matter much what I say or what I think

if in the end I'm going to end up on the slab of a coroner,
Inconsequential life, inconsequential life.

But in a corner my girl awaits me.

Her curves seduce me, her strings wink at me.
It can't be! My life can't be that bad.
if when I get home I have wings.

Wings to fly, wings to dream.

So that I don't get lost: lights among its strings.
Wings to fly, wings to dream.
So I don't get lost: lights among its strings.
To navigate, to release ties
flight with the wings that my old guitar gives me.

High to the Fire

Alvaro Rodrigo Aguilar (Alux Nahual)

And the foreign armies withdrew

But the contras and the guerrillas remained.
Everyone wanted to raise a new flag.
and exchange dreams of freedom for checkbooks
Ceasefire, ceasefire (X3)
throughout the Central American territory
And it is no longer enough to just discuss the topic.
We need to change the scene once and for all.
but the governments have transparent masks
and young people observe more than what people think
And we ask
Ceasefire, ceasefire (X3)
throughout Central America

I am from Zacapa
José Ernesto Monzón.

I am from Zacapa, hot land,

I have a girlfriend, beautiful and sincere
the one I truly love,
my little girl, pure tunera
was born close to Punilá.

Beautiful the Oasis, that is in La Fragua,

where the train passes very close by;
the water is fresh like the Motagua,
like the baths of Pasabién.

Beautiful women in Estanzuela,

like Teculután has them,
the ones from Río Hondo are very beautiful
and they envy nothing from those of Gualán.

As a memory, to my Zacapa,
its beautiful streets and its station,
where my beautiful girlfriend lives,
to the one I love from the heart.

I am from Zacapa, hot land

where the sun rises first,
for this I have burning blood
like the notes of my song.

Beautiful the oasis that is in the Forge

where the train passes by close,
the water is fresh like the Motagua,
like the baths of Pasabién.

There are beautiful women in Cabañas,

they are a charm from the Union,
Guité has them so lovely,
like gardens, in bloom.

Moon of Xelajú
Francisco Pérez Muñoz
Moon silver gardenia,
That in my serenade,
You become a song.

You who saw me singing,

 Moonlit streets,
They were the cradle of my youth.
I come to sing to my beloved,
The silver moon of my Xelajú.

Moon of Xelajú,
What you knew how to illuminate,

In my nights of sorrow,
For a dark-haired woman with a sweet gaze,

Moon of Xelajú,
You gave me inspiration,
The song that I sing to you today,
Watered with the tears of my heart.

In my life, there will be no,

More affection than you, my love,

Because you are not ungrateful,
My silver moon,
Moon of Xelajú.

Moon that illuminated me,

In my nights of love,
And today you comfort my sorrow,
For a dark-haired woman who abandoned me.

Cobán,
Singer-songwriter

In Cobán, I enjoyed
Of the charm of its soil,
The beauties that I admired
They motivated this song.

I will stay in Cobán

enjoying the landscape
and the charming weather
from Cobán, Imperial City.

Admiring its greenery

the reason for the orchid is guessed,
Beautiful White Monja
that its soil blossomed
and it is our national flower.
What is the cradle of the Quetzal?
And there it flies triumphantly.

My heart feels happy

and with emotion I say Cobán
Beautiful land where love and the flower
They always go in pairs.

Where the Quetzal and the White Nun

they made their nest in Cobán
and with emotion I have dedicated
With love and admiration
This song for Cobán.

My Beautiful Rabinal
Fidencio de León Barrios

My Rabinal is very beautiful

Since there is no better one
My little piece of land
Where God placed love

It has a beautiful park.

And its colonial church
Where the bells ring
With its natural rhythm.

Oh Rabinal, you are the summit

Where the stars will shine
And your mountains are the walls
That protect you with great love

Rivers and sugarcane fields

And their oranges in bloom

Where the ravines cross
Pride of my region.

Beautiful brunette females

They love with their heart
A bouquet of flowers
Placed to the wind and the sun.

Oh Rabinal, you are the summit

Where the stars will shine
What is the point of wanting?

Singer-songwriter: Malacates Trébol Shop

I remember again
Again when I met you
It was another gray day
But I was finally happy
One more night I thought about the old café
Then everything happened, I don't know how it started.

You and me

(Chorus)
For what...
What is the use of wanting...
To lose later!

Each time it hurt maybe a little more

Only your voice remains cut between the two
That time...
And time passed, I no longer know what became of you.
Today is a gray day and I am no longer happy, Without you

(Chorus)
For what...
What is the use of wanting...
To lose later!
I Lost You!!
What’s the point of continuing?

If you're not with me!

I remember again
Again when I met you

(Chorus)
For what...
What is the use of wanting?
Just to lose later!
I Lost You!!
What is the point of continuing?

If you are not with me!

(Chorus)
For what...
What is the use of wanting?
Just to lose later!
My Beautiful Guatemala
(Lyrics: German Alcantara)

My beautiful Guatemala is a great country,

that in Central America God placed,
its soil is paradise, where peace and freedom nest.
Their wonderful flowery lands are,
by its flowers and its fruits an Eden,
it is the beautiful Guatemala, my beloved homeland, land of love.
Its high mountains, its magical volcanoes,
Their beautiful meadows, charm is unparalleled.
The sun that shines on its ground,
it nurtures its wheat fields and gives grains to the corn,

the palms and the pines,

they grow in their forests where the hummingbird nests.
land of my ancestors,
My beautiful Guatemala, hail dear homeland
that has no equal in the whole world.

Original lyrics of the anthem of Guatemala

Rafael Álvarez Ovalle

Happy Guatemala... your altars now

the executioner does not bleed fiercely:
There are cowards who lick the yoke.
you tyrants who spit on your face.

If tomorrow your sacred ground

the profane foreign invasion
ink in blood your beautiful flag
from shroud to bold will serve

Chorus
Ink in blood your beautiful flag
from burial shroud to the bold will serve
that your town with fierce spirit
better dead than a slave.

From your old and hard chains

you melted with an angry hand
the plow that fertilizes the soil
and the sword that saves honor.

Our parents fought one day

inflamed in patriotic fervor,
they tore you away from the bloody stallion
and they raised you a throne of love.

Chorus
It is your banner, piece of sky
among clouds of clear whiteness,
And woe to him who with a perjured hand
dare to stain your colors!

May your children be brave and proud

come with joy in the rough fight
the smoking torrent of blood
from steel to vibrating clash.

Chorus
The torrent of blood that smokes
from steel to vibrating clash,
what is just the honor its medal
and the altar of the homeland, its altar.

Reclined on the majestic Andes,

from two seas to the sound noise,
under the wing of crimson and gold
you fall asleep from the beautiful quetzal;

Hail Indiana that lives in your shield,

paladin that protects your ground,
I hope it takes flight again
more than the condor and the golden eagle!

Chorus
I hope he/she recovers his/her flight.
more than the condor and the golden eagle,
and on its wings I lifted to the sky,
Guatemala, your immortal name!

It Was You
Gaby Moreno
It was you...
Having you was a photo of you placed in my wallet,
A kiss and watching you become small on the road,
What you had was intermittence and melancholy,
What I did was accept everything because I loved you,
Seeing you arrive was light, seeing you leave a blues.

It was you...
Needless to say, there's no need to say so many things.
Either you learn to love the thorn or you don't accept roses,
I never told you a lie or made up a blackmail.
The gray clouds are also part of the landscape,
And don't look at me like that, if there was a guilty one here,

It was you.

How easy it was to touch the sky for the first time,
And leaving time the death blow,
Nothing more to say,
There is only left to insist,

Say it...

It was you...
The neon light of the neighborhood knows that I am so tired,
He has seen me walk barefoot in the early morning,
I am in between who I am and who you would like me to be,
Wanting to wake up thinking how I wouldn't want to,
And don't look at me like that, if there was a guilty one here,

It was you.

How easy it was to touch the sky the first time,

When kisses were the starter motor,
What lit the light that today disappears,
This is how love disguises itself for its convenience,
Accepting everything without asking questions,
And leaving the finishing blow to time,
Nothing more to say,
It is only necessary to insist.

How easy it was to touch the sky for the first time,
When kisses were the starter motor,
What lit the light that today disappears,

This is how love disguises itself for its convenience,

Accepting everything without asking questions,
And leaving time the mortal stab,
Nothing more to say,
If you want to insist,
It was you.

Free Guatemala
Fabiola Rodas

It's very early, he prepares to work.

kisses her children and the day is going to start,
the sun has not risen and the cold makes her shiver,
leaving his neighborhood seemingly is a normal day,
without knowing that their life was about to change.

Tragic stories tragic news,

no more violence just stories of peace,
Today we want changes for our lives,
no more violence, so live a lot!!!
a cold glance a bad feeling,
the devil has crossed his path,
and it will lead her to a cruel destiny,
sin unpardonable sin, crime without punishment or not.

Tragic stories tragic news,

no more violence, only stories of peace,
Today we want changes for our lives,
no more violence, so let's live a lot!!!

Guatemala, eternal free country, today asks you for peace,

Free Guatemala, we are young, we can achieve it (x 2)

Building a country without violence to live,

without fear of going out without the desire to flee,

a better Guate is possible if you,

you become a better citizen.

A more dignified life, the love of living,

We want a more prosperous Guatemala here,
An eternally free Guatemala, today asks you for peace.
We are free Guatemala, we are young, we will achieve it.

All women are princesses

Gao Vilé

All women are princesses,

Worthy of a silk dress,
A castle and a big party.

All women are princesses,

With glass slippers,
Crown and collar, crown and collar.

All women are princesses,

Waiting for a blue prince,
Let them steal your heart, let them steal your heart.

Chorus
I will never allow that
They tell you otherwise
Surely they don't know that love,
Will never allow that
They tell you otherwise
Well, you are in my heart.
All women are princesses
It doesn't matter what they wear

Where they live or with whom they live.

All women are princesses
It doesn't matter the color the country

The language or the religion.

Chorus
I will never allow that
They tell you otherwise.
Surely they do not know that love,
Will never allow that
They tell you otherwise
Well, you are in my heart.

All women are princesses.

Worthy of a star, a flower,
And a beautiful love song.

All women are princesses

They must be consented to, pampered,
As it is done in fairy tales.

All women are princesses

They must be treated with respect,
With tenderness, affection, and kisses.

Chorus
I will never allow that
They tell you otherwise
Surely they don't know that love,
Will never allow that
They tell you otherwise.
Well, you are in my heart.

All women are princesses

All women are princesses
Waiting for a blue prince,
May it steal their heart, may it steal their heart.n.