A Mi Bogotá
Dueto Tierra Viva
To My Bogotá
In the highlands of the mountains
Where the flowers gaze up at the stars
Over the majestic and beautiful savanna
My Santafé was born from the Muiscas, wise and fierce
In La Candelaria and in Bolívar Square
The history of my city was marked, once hidden
And like a good tree, it has been growing
Today, among its branches, it shelters everyone who comes
Oh Bogotá, my Bogotá!
City for everyone, city for no one, my Bogotá
I was born in you, I grew up for you
More than a song, I have to offer you, my Bogotá
From Monserrate, everything feels different
The calm city flows cold, slow, and silent
Pine scents perfume the savanna
And the green blooms among its spheres every morning
Concrete giants trying to scratch the sky
Are silent witnesses to the antics of some petty thief
And walking the streets of gray Chapinero
Amid a thousand contrasts, I see that here no one is a stranger
Oh Bogotá, my Bogotá!
