Mi País
Ricardo Arjona
My Country
I left a goodbye without light
The day I left
Bus borders
Kilometers of faith
And a bride on the platform
The streets that witnessed my childhood
The rush of secret love
The neighborhood, football
Laziness, my parents
My childhood, my innocence, it all stayed there
My first setback
My first joy, my first argument
My first melody
My first leap into the wind, my first agony
My country
More than my homeland, my roots
More than my floor the matrix
She taught me how to give birth to thoughts
My country
More than my homeland, my roots
More than my floor, the nuance
That painted the path for me
My country, my country
I never wanted to be anything else
May the happiest child on the planet
And although nothing was rosy
And the president forbade dreams
I went to the moon and back by bicycle
My muddy knees, my history notebook
My gang, my nickname, my failure and victory
My aspirations for everything, my country, my memory
My country
More than my homeland, my roots
More than my floor the matrix
She taught me how to give birth to thoughts
My country
More than my homeland, my roots
More than my floor, the nuance
That painted the path for me
My country
I wish I knew that your people
Live happier
That some false children do not follow you
Painting in gray
My country
More than my homeland, my roots
More than my floor the matrix
She taught me how to give birth to thoughts
My country
More than my homeland, my roots
More than my floor, the nuance
That painted the path for me
My country, my country