Paroles et traduction Vicente Fernández - Mi Ciudad

Mi Ciudad

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
Es 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 cantar 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 de un niño dormido
Es 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 pinta de charro, y se pone a cantar al amor
Baila al son del tequila y de su valentía
Es jinete que arriesga la vida, en un lienzo de fiesta y color
Es un sol con penacho y sarape veteado
Que en las noches se viste de charro
Y se pone a cantar al amor, mi ciudad

My City

My city is a chinampa, in a hidden lake
It is a mockingbird, looking for a place to nest
A whirligig that deceives, the sight when spinning
Dances to the sound, of tequila and its courage
He is a horseman 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
Monuments of glory, that watch over its path
It is a sun, with a feathered headdress and a striped sarape
That at night dresses as a charro, and sings to love
In the afternoons with the rain
Its brown skin is bathed
And when its braids are untied
Its sad eyes close
My city is the cradle of a sleeping child
It is a forest of mirrors that guards a castle
Monuments of glory that watch over its path
It is a sun with a feathered headdress and a striped sarape
That at night paints itself as a charro, and sings to love
Dances to the sound of tequila and its courage
He is a horseman who risks his life, on a canvas of celebration and color
It is a sun with a feathered headdress and a striped sarape
That at night dresses as a charro
And sings to love, my city