Al Sur del Bravo
Que lentas se hacen las horas
Cuando hay nostalgia,
Eternas se hacen las noches lejos de casa
No importa ni cuanto valgas ni cuanto tengas
Si no estas donde tu quieres
Ni el sol calienta.
Yo he visto que hombres muy hombres
Rompen en llanto, vencidos por
La añoranza de un gesto amable,
Ausentes almas perdidas triste
Paisaje algunos se hunden en vicios
Ya sin coraje.
Al sur del bravo hay un valle
Donde el sol rie con la gente
Tal vez alla esté tu sitio
Alla hasta el mar es caliente ahi no
Mueres de frio ahi hay amor en la gente.
*puro mexico compa*
El polvo de las veredas es huella
Vieja del hombre que en su aventura
Cruza fronteras invierno que en otros
Tiempos fue primavera, tu sabes
Donde naciste no donde quedas.
Al sur del bravo hay un valle
Donde el sol rie con la gente
Tal vez alla esté tu sitio
Alla hasta el mar es caliente ahi no
Mueres de frio ahi hay amor en la gente.
South of the Brave
The hours drag on so slow
When you're feeling blue,
Nights stretch on forever when you're far from home.
It doesn't matter how much you're worth or what you own,
If you're not where you want to be,
Even the sun won't warm you.
I've seen tough guys break down
In tears, defeated by
The longing for a kind gesture,
Lost souls in a sad landscape,
Some drown in vices,
No longer brave.
South of the brave, there's a valley
Where the sun laughs with the people.
Maybe that's where you belong,
There even the sea is warm, you won't
Die of cold, there's love in the people.
*Pure Mexico, buddy*
The dust on the paths is a mark
Of the man who, in his journey,
Crosses borders; winter that in other
Times was spring, you know
Where you were born, not where you stay.
South of the brave, there's a valley
Where the sun laughs with the people.
Maybe that's where you belong,
There even the sea is warm, you won't
Die of cold, there's love in the people.