Al Sur del Bravo

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.