Mi ciudad
Mi ciudad la hicieron de cristal y cemento,
Arrancan flores y plantan faroles,
Ensanchan calles,
Asfaltan valles.
Mi ciudad la hicieron de ruidos y olores.
Son horizontes de rascacielos,
Nubes de humo negro,
Anuncios de colores.
Si pudiera haber soluciones,
Respirar sin pulmones,
Crecer sin jugar,
No estaría mal vivir en mi ciudad.
Mi ciudad la hicieron con asfalto y sin aire,
Con bancos de viejos al sol,
Niños jugando al fútbol
En medio de la calle.
Si pudiera haber soluciones,
Respirar sin pulmones,
Crecer sin jugar,
No estaría mal vivir en mi ciudad.
My city
My city was made of glass and cement,
They tear out flowers and plant streetlights,
Widen streets,
Pave valleys.
My city was made of noises and smells.
They are horizons of skyscrapers,
Clouds of black smoke,
Colorful ads.
If there could be solutions,
Breathing without lungs,
Growing without playing,
It wouldn't be bad to live in my city.
My city was made with asphalt and no air,
With old men sitting on benches in the sun,
Children playing soccer
In the middle of the street.
If there could be solutions,
Breathing without lungs,
Growing without playing,
It wouldn't be bad to live in my city.