Recordando a Los Valientes

Remembering the Brave

Recordando a Los Valientes

As I tune my guitarAl afinar mi guitarra
Thoughts come rushing inSe me vino al pensamiento
To write these versesDe componer estos versos
To sing them to the windPara cantarlos al viento

Old streets of my hometownViejas calles de mi pueblo
Witnesses to so many deathsTestigas de tantas muertes
Inspiration for balladsInspiración de corridos
To remember the bravePara recordar valientes

From those brave souls remainDe aquellos valientes quedan
Only the crosses stuck in the groundSolo las cruces clavadas
A ballad through the streetsUn corrido por las calles
And abandoned widowsY viudas abandonadas

Just like my blood is AztecComo mi sangre es de azteca
My land is all of MexicoMi tierra es México entero
That's why wherever I standPor eso donde me paro
It's the streets of my hometownSon las calles de mi pueblo

Remembering the braveRecordando a los valientes
Many ballads have been madeSe han hecho muchos corridos
To mourn for a brotherPara llorarle a un hermano
Or to remember a friendO recordar a un amigo

From those brave souls remainDe aquellos valientes quedan
Only the crosses stuck in the groundSolo las cruces clavadas
A ballad through the streetsUn corrido por las calles
And abandoned widowsY viudas abandonadas