Paso Del Norte
Los Cadetes de Linares
North Pass
How sad a man feels when he is absent
When he is absent, and far from his homeland
Especially if he remembers his parents and his humble home
Oh, what a fate, to sit down and cry
North Pass, how far you are getting away
Your divisions are moving away from me
My parents and my siblings are remembering me
Oh, what a fate, to sit down and cry
