Mi ciudad [English translation]

They made my city of crystal and concrete,

They pull out flowers and plant streetlights,

they widen streets, they pave valleys

They made my city of noises and smells.

They're horizons of skyscrapers

Black smoke clouds, colorful ads.

If there could be solutions,

To breath without lungs,

Growing without playing,

It wouldn't be wrong to live in my city.

They made my city with concrete and without air,

With old men benches to the sun,

Children playing football in the middle of the street.

• Artist:Cecilia
• Album:Cecilia 2 (1973)