Mi Ciudad Lyrics English Translation by Nach
Be welcome to my land
Welcome
To every street in my city
ALC
Between glass and stone
Is where I find peace
Buenos Aires
Be welcome to my land
My land
To every street in my city
Between glass and stone
Between glass and stone
Lies my cradle and my home
Ha, I feel like the king of the city when the lights shine on me
A story on every corner, a trace in every neighborhood
I walk without a schedule, even if the night comes to an end
And my lips no longer speak words that don’t rhyme
What do you think? If they don’t have toys, can you picture it?
Discipline, because here we’re all cousins, family with family
And no one hurts us or cuts off our path to the top
Let those get depressed who want to see Argentina fall
You, welcome to my city, man
You might run away, maybe, if you heard it—you won’t look back
Everybody puts on the boss’s cape
You want to make the front page, but don’t even know what stage you’re at
A bus parked in Palermo
Next to it, a kid juggling with his paycheck
Don’t go painting over the walls of my neighborhood
Because the faces of my boys in the murals are memories
Ha, of the few things I remember
A kiss for mom, I’m leaving, I win the Cup and I’ll return
Ha, I’ve got a couple of messes I still haven’t solved
But I’ll touch the sky for Julián and Pedro, yeah
Be welcome to my land
To every street in my city
Between glass and stone
Is where I find peace
Be welcome to my land
To every street in my city
Between glass and stone
Lies my cradle and my home
In my city there’s plenty of wit and little joking around
Your success and your prize don’t impress us
This isn’t a reality show, here reality itself applies pressure
More than celebrities, we want to meet real people
We’re just survivors
We bite whoever comes to take our bread
Anyone overthinking too much can feel us
We live day by day, even with a thousand plans
Here we don’t twerk, here we rap
Here we don’t troll, here we fight
Here there’s no nonsense that stinks of weakness
You don’t knock on the door, you pound it down
This is land for artists, no room for fakes
I’ve always been a juggler, everybody knows it
I stay sharp on every track, even if my voice is deep
Looking for good lyricists? I hold the key
Here there are no bullets, no gangs, no mean faces
If you dig deep, you’ll know me—I keep it real
Here honor protects us, I have my beloved
Giving her hand to whoever falls or loses their way
From San Blas to La Boca
From La Florida to Palermo
From Altozano to San Telmo
Buenos Aires, ALC, this is our kingdom
Be welcome to my land
To every street in my city
Between glass and stone
Is where I find peace
Be welcome to my land
To every street in my city
Between glass and stone
Lies my cradle and my home
Yeah
From La Boca to Alicante, man
Yeah, yeah, welcome to my land
It’s TR1
With Nach
And Trueno
From Spain to Argentina, ha
The masters of rhyme