They call it the land
Of eternal spring
They call it the city of gardens
But all I know
Is it's the city that will hold you
For a while
I know you'll roam through its valleys
And you'll climb throughout the Andes
Please stay true to the trekkers that you are
In the land of eternal spring
Please know that you'll be missed
But as you pack your bags
Please know that we'd like to visit you
In sweet Cochabamba
Oh sweet Cochabamba
And when those rains come
Please stick out your tongues
And value the gifts that shower from above
Oh my sweet Cochabamba
Oh my sweet Cochabamba
Oh my sweet Cochabamba