In the hills above Barcelona's streets,
Lies Vallvidrera, where nature meets,
A land with a history, rich and old,
With tales of conquest and stories untold.
Once a haven for smugglers and thieves,
It sheltered the wanted and the bereaved,
Its steep and winding paths concealed,
The secrets of those who'd never yield.
But as the city grew, so did the land,
Vallvidrera took on a new demand,
As a place of refuge and solitude,
For those who longed to escape the city's mood.
The railway brought progress and growth,
As the district developed both east and west coasts,
With villas, gardens, and mansions grand,
Built by the wealthy, their mark on the land.
Vallvidrera, a place of beauty and peace,
Where the past and present seamlessly cease,
A land with a history, deep and wide,
A place where nature and culture coincide.