Bogotá

[verse 1] The high savanna cradles her, a valley in the clouds, Where chilly mist at morning wraps the rushing, endless crowds. The brick-red towers pierce the gray, beneath Monserrate’s peak, Where modern dreams and ancient stones in quiet shadows speak. [verse 2] A warmth is found in steaming cups of tinto on the street, And heavy cloaks of ruanas guard against the mountain sleet. For those who learn to love her ways, a magic will unfold, A city built on mountain peaks, baptized in rain and gold. [chorus] Ciudad, monstruo ciudad Selva cemento, ciudad natal. Ciudad monstruo ciudad Bogotá [verse 3] Yet patience is a virtue sold upon the fractured street, Where TransMilenio red buses groan in midday heat. The rain will fall without a word, a sudden, blinding sea, While traffic stands in frozen rows for an eternity. [verse 4] The neon signs flash warning lights when darkness settles down, A gritty edge that tests the soul within this sprawling town. You'll curse the cold, you'll curse the fumes, the chaos, and the grind, A restless, unforgiving pace that leaves the weak behind. [chorus] Ciudad, monstruo ciudad Selva cemento, ciudad natal. Ciudad monstruo ciudad Bogotá [verse 5] But oh, the epic scale of life where Andes touch the sky! Where cycling seas on Ciclovía watch the world go by. From high Bolívar’s historic square to graffiti-painted walls, A fierce, unyielding energy through every alley calls. [verse 6] She breathes in salsa, rock, and rain—a wild, majestic beast, Where every sunset paints the peaks for an immortal feast. An empire in the emerald hills, both beautiful and grand, The beating, chaotic, proud heart of a surreal land. [chorus] Ciudad, monstruo ciudad Selva cemento, ciudad natal. Ciudad monstruo ciudad Bogotá