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One afternoon
smoky and full of buses
he told me
the city is like a big beast
and she devours its inhabitants
( Wake - up ! )
When she wakes up all the words
they are lost in the noise of her womb.
Her structure is planted in the ground, is made of steel cover with concrete.
In her arteries are rivers of asphalt where millions of car runs,
with a fever of burning substances.
On her skin there's shed blood
It was created on a muddy lake,
entire past was erased by a demon.
Punished during all her history there are only legends of splendor and glory,
Clouds of dust rose at every moment,
under the scorching sun rays,
when she roars to the four Winds,
birds die while in flight.
This is the City, the City, the City.
My city was Chinampa, and that's lost.
The cenzontle has nowhere to nest.
The City, the City, the City.
In the afternoon, through the streets,
people becomes like animals.
Her skeleton broken by hysteria,
her soul sick because of too much misery,
Drugs and sex walking on a sidewalk,
violence begins a shootout.
Other stolen back in the Alameda and hell is in the subway.
And the day ends in the clubs, bars, and cantinas.
In the dark corners of her belly, forbidden fruits are swallowed and digested.
Until the day closes in the shadows,
low instincts wake in the night,
her eyes glow in the dark,
like a beast!, the City rests...