Quito Chiquito
Curare
Little Quito
In valleys and mountains, over rivers and streams
My Little Quito grew, in the land of the sacred sun
Since I was just a little kid, Little Quito taught me
To dance the San Juanito, lifting my feet!
That's how you dance the San Juanito
Lift it up, lift it up!
In valleys and mountains, over rivers and streams
My Little Quito grew, in the land of the sacred sun
Since I was just a little kid, Little Quito taught me
To dance the San Juanito, just like this!!!
Its landscapes and its birds, whisper their tunes to us
Through its steep streets, the locals and empanadas
That's why I stay in Quito, to enjoy my San Juanito
I sing to you so beautifully, in this Little Quito
Everyone dances San Juanito, since they were little kids
We party in the District, that's my Little Quito, oh yeah
We all party in the District from
The Northwest to the Valley of the Chillos
Yeah!!
We’re growing, devouring the environment
Filling with concrete, the beds of dead rivers
Dead rivers, dead rivers
Dead rivers!!
Pollution, hundreds of years of this pollution, it contaminates me
Pollution, hundreds of years of this pollution, it exterminates me
Pollution, hundreds of years of this pollution, it contaminates us
Pollution, hundreds of years of this pollution, it exterminates us
We’re cutting down, the forests that sustain you
Trash is your food, the sky filled with thick smoke
I don’t believe in progress, it kills and contaminates us
Your civilization is on the brink of ruin.
