Mi Ciudad
Luis Miguel
My City
My city is a chinampa
In a hidden lake
It's a mockingbird looking
Where to nest
A spinning top that deceives the sight when turning
Dance to the sound of tequila and its bravery
It's a rider risking life
In a canvas of party and color
My city is the cradle
Of a sleeping child
It's a forest of mirrors
Guarding a castle
Monuments of glory watching over its altar
It's a sun with plume and veined sarape
That at night dresses as a charro
And starts singing to love
In the afternoons with the rain
Its brown skin bathes
And as the braids come undone
Its sad eyes close
My city is the cradle
Of a sleeping child
It's a forest of mirrors
Guarding a castle
Monument of glory watching over its altar
Dance to the sound of tequila and its bravery
It's a rider risking life
In a canvas of party and color
It's a sun with plume and veined sarape
That at night dresses as a charro
And starts singing to love.
