Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mi Ciudad, artist - Raphael. Album song Te Llevo En El Corazón - Tango - Bolero - Ranchera, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 18.10.2010
Record label: The Boy On Stage, Universal Music Spain S.L.U
Song language: Spanish
Mi Ciudad(original) |
Mi ciudad es chinampa* |
en un lago escondido, |
es cenzontle* que busca |
en donde hacer nido, |
rehilete* que engaña |
la vista al girar. |
Baila al son* |
del tequila y de su valentía |
es jinete que arriesga la vida |
en un lienzo de fiesta y color. |
Mi ciudad es la cuna |
de un niño dormido, |
en un bosque de espejos |
que cuida un castillo, |
monumentos de gloria |
que velan su andar. |
Es un sol |
con penacho* y sarape* veteado, |
que en las noches se viste de charro |
y se pone a cantarle al amor. |
Por las tardes con la lluvia |
se baña su piel morena |
y al desatarse las trenzas |
sus ojos tristes se cierran… |
Mi ciudad es chinampa |
en un lago escondido, |
es cenzontle que busca |
en donde hacer nido, |
monumentos de gloria |
que velan su andar. |
Baila al son |
del tequila y de su valentía |
es jinete que arriesga la vida |
en un lienzo de fiesta y color… |
Es un sol |
con penacho y sarape veteado, |
que en las noches se viste de charro |
y se pone a cantarle al amor. |
Baila al son |
del tequila y de su valentía |
es jinete que arriesga la vida |
en un lienzo de fiesta y color… |
Es un sol |
con penacho y sarape veteado, |
que en las noches se viste de charro |
y se pone a cantarle al amor. |
(translation) |
My city is chinampa* |
in a hidden lake, |
it's a mockingbird* you're looking for |
where to nest, |
rehilete * that deceives |
the view when turning. |
Dance to the * |
of tequila and its bravery |
he is a horseman who risks his life |
on a party and color canvas. |
my city is the cradle |
of a sleeping child, |
in a forest of mirrors |
who takes care of a castle, |
monuments of glory |
that watch your walk. |
Is a sun |
with plume* and veined serape*, |
that at night he dresses as a charro |
and begins to sing to love. |
In the afternoons with the rain |
bathes her brown skin |
and when the braids are untied |
her sad eyes close... |
my city is chinampa |
in a hidden lake, |
It's Mockingbird you're looking for |
where to nest, |
monuments of glory |
that watch your walk. |
dance to the sound |
of tequila and its bravery |
he is a horseman who risks his life |
on a party and color canvas… |
Is a sun |
with plume and veined serape, |
that at night he dresses as a charro |
and begins to sing to love. |
dance to the sound |
of tequila and its bravery |
he is a horseman who risks his life |
on a party and color canvas… |
Is a sun |
with plume and veined serape, |
that at night he dresses as a charro |
and begins to sing to love. |