Recordando a Los Valientes

Tuning my guitar
It came to my mind
To compose these verses
To sing them to the wind

Old streets of my town
Witnesses of so many deaths
Inspiration for ballads
To remember the brave ones

Of those brave ones remain
Only the engraved crosses
A ballad through the streets
And abandoned widows

As my blood is Aztec
My land is all of Mexico
That's why wherever I stand
They are the streets of my town

Remembering the brave ones
Many ballads have been made
To mourn a brother
Or remember a friend

Of those brave ones remain
Only the engraved crosses
A ballad through the streets
And abandoned widows