Ciudad Bendita

From the cheeks of an immense mountain
Dreams are descending and all the people who accompany them,
Those who sell and those who buy,
The ones who look and those who no longer have eyes.

Their voices and bodies that meet
In the streets with a single objective,
To earn back the right to be alive.
Among the alleys of scavenging, effort, and desire,
No one takes away the courage from this, The Blessed City.

Blessed are you, blessed is the fruit that came from your women,
Blessed hands that build for those who want,
Even if the rain of misery soaks your heart.
Blessed pride that doesn't allow them to take away what is yours,
With work, you get what you want,
Even if the rain of oil no longer waters your streets.

Chorus: Blessed City,
Within your people, a smile is growing
That is fighting against time
And the greed in the promises of cowards who want to violate you.
Blessed City, among your streets, it's your voices that shout,
For those who work, life makes sense and courage doesn't fade,
Blessed is my city. Blessed City... Lalalae... Lalalae... Lalalae...

Blessed are you, blessed is the child who works your toys,
Blessed land where dreams still grow for us,
Even if a rain of words makes your ears dizzy.
Blessed pride that doesn't allow them to take away what is yours,
With work, you get what you want,
Even if the rain of oil no longer waters your streets.

Chorus: Blessed City,
Within your people, a smile is growing
That is fighting against time
And the greed in the promises of cowards who want to violate you.
Blessed City, among your streets, it's your voices that shout,
For those who work, life makes sense and courage doesn't fade,
Blessed is my city. Blessed City... Lalalae... Lalalae... Lalalae...

(From the cheeks of an immense mountain
Dreams are descending and all the people who accompany them,
The prostitutes feel it, the cheese lord and his vial actea,
The taxi driver with the borrowed car,
The old bread with its baker born on the other side,
The electrician, the bricklayer, the waiter,
The singer who dreams of being heard,
The baseball player, the secretary, the one who tattoos wounds,
The lady who sells sandals,
The hope that deceives, the one who likes to be deceived,
The hairdresser, the santero, the one who takes care of others,
The one who wants to be an opponent and the one who believes he is a revolutionary.
Everyone enters and leaves this brave city
Which ultimately is Blessed because of its people)

Chorus: Blessed City, within your people
A smile is growing that is fighting against time
And the greed in the promises of cowards who want to violate you.
Blessed City, among your streets, it's your voices that shout
For those who work, life makes sense and courage doesn't fade,
Blessed is my city.

Chorus: Blessed City, within your people
A smile is growing that is fighting against time
And the greed in the promises of cowards who want to violate you.
Blessed City, among your streets, it's your voices that shout,
For those who work, life makes sense and courage doesn't fade,
Blessed is my city. Blessed City...
Blessed, blessed, blessed... Blessed be my city. Blessed City...