San Cristobal Andina

Among emerald valleys
And the scent of orange blossoms
The Torbe River is a sky
Of a blue like no other

There’s a charming city
Rescued from Eden
Home to the gods
And to mortals too

Andean San Cristobal
You are the cradle of joy and tradition
San Cristobal, your fair is the first
The most authentic in my nation

Your beautiful women
Spellbinding eyes
Queenly grace and a rhythmic stride
San Cristobal, I swear
Whoever knows you
Will never forget you again

Your beautiful women
Spellbinding eyes
Queenly grace and a rhythmic stride
San Cristobal, I swear
Whoever knows you
Will never forget you again
Will never forget you.