After having known so many cities, I swear to you that like you there are no other places. That's why my heart doesn't lie to you when it sings this song to tell you how much I miss you. What a dream that the sun comes out touring us and from our feet that the mountain rises. I dreamed of you, we were illuminated by a million lights that also flew. I dreamed of you, covered with flowers of many colors on white sand and I started talking so much about you. You didn't believe me, you told me that a place like this couldn't exist, couldn't exist. You didn't believe me, you told me that a place like this couldn't exist, couldn't exist. You didn't believe me, you told me that a place like this couldn't exist, couldn't exist. And wait, we still haven't talked about the carnival and what our corn salt offers. About the meals on the portal and about our virgin of charity. The blessings that fall from the sky if you take pulque with a hat. About our fairs, about our bread and about the church of Ocotlan. About the altareos playing a waltz, about my old lady, the moon, the sky. About the haciendas and our towns, about our people dancing this. Dance my people. And I dreamed of you, we were illuminated by a million lights that also flew. And I dreamed of you, we were illuminated by a million lights that also flew. And I dreamed of you, covered in flowers of many colors, over white sand. And I started talking so much about you. They told me that a place like this couldn't exist, couldn't exist. No, but it exists. I won't change you for any beach, I'll stay until the weekend. You cover my coldest days, I'll stay the life with you. www.circlelineartschool.com