My city is Chinampa, in a hidden lake It is the sun that seeks where my heart is It is the little king that deceives the sight when he turns It is the sun of the little one and of his courage It is the rider who risks his life in a canvas of party and color My city is the crib of a sleeping child It is a forest of mirrors that takes care of a castle A monument of glory that from the suandá It is the sun where Nacho and Sara drink tea It is the sun that at night dresses in charro and starts singing to love In the afternoons with the rain His brown skin is bathed And when the braids untie His sad eyes close My city is the crib of a sleeping child It is a forest of mirrors that takes care of a castle A monument of glory that from the suandá It is the sun of the little one and of his courage It is the rider who risks his life in a canvas of party and color It is the sun where Nacho and Sara drink tea It is the sun that at night dresses in charro and starts singing to love To love