My city is chinampa
In a hidden lake
It is a cenzontle that seeks
Where to make a nest
Reguilete that deceives the eye when it turns
Dances the son of tequila and his bravery
He is a rider who risks his life
On a canvas of celebration and color
My city is the cradle
Of a sleeping child
It is a forest of mirrors
That guards a castle
Monument of glory that veils its altar
It is a sun with a plume and a marbled serape
That dresses at night de charro
And he starts singing about love
In the afternoons with the rain
He bathes his dark skin
And when he unties his braids
His sad eyes close
My city is the cradle
Of a sleeping child
It is a forest of mirrors
That guards a castle
Monument of glory that candles his altar
He dances to the sound of tequila and his bravery
He is a rider who risks his life
On a canvas of celebration and color
He is a sun with a plume and serape marbled
Who dresses as a charro at night
And starts singing about love

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