Recordando a Los Valientes

As I tune my guitar
Thoughts come rushing in
To write these verses
To sing them to the wind

Old streets of my hometown
Witnesses to so many deaths
Inspiration for ballads
To remember the brave

From those brave souls remain
Only the crosses stuck in the ground
A ballad through the streets
And abandoned widows

Just like my blood is Aztec
My land is all of Mexico
That's why wherever I stand
It's the streets of my hometown

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

From those brave souls remain
Only the crosses stuck in the ground
A ballad through the streets
And abandoned widows