Cárcel de Papel - Lola Beltrán

Mi ciudad es chinampa

En un lago escondido

Es cenzontle que busca

En donde hacer nido

Rehilete que engaña la vista al girar

Baila al son

Del tequila y de su valentía

Es jinete que arriesga la vida

En un lienzo de fiesta y color

Mi ciudad es la cuna

De un niño dormido

En un bosque de espejos

Que cuida un castillo

Monumentos de gloria que velan su andar

Es un sol

Con penacho y sarape veteado

Que en las noches se viste de charro

Y se pone a cantarle al amor

Por las tardes con la lluvia

Se baña su piel morena

Y al desatarse las trenzas

Sus ojos tristes se cierran

Mi ciudad es la cuna…

my city is chinampa

In a hidden lake

It's the Mockingbird you're looking for

where to nest

Pinwheel that deceives the eye when turning

dance to the sound

Of tequila and its bravery

He is a rider who risks his life

In a party and color canvas

my city is the cradle

of a sleeping child

In a forest of mirrors

who takes care of a castle

Monuments of glory that watch over your walk

Is a sun

With plume and veined serape

That at night he dresses as a charro

And he starts to sing to love

In the afternoons with the rain

She bathes her brown skin

And when the braids are untied

Her sad eyes close

My city is the cradle…