El Corrido
Los Tigres del Norte
The Ballad
Like the current of a swollen river
that flows in a powerful and wild torrent
voice of our people, a repressed cry
a brave song, that's THE BALLAD.
Voice of the oppressed, a spoken portrait
classified and even exaggerated
platform that has been judged by the people
that's THE BALLAD, that's THE BALLAD
that they have taught me.
Despite the time, you walk proudly
you fly with the wind, free and sovereign
dear friend, I extend my hand
to be THE BALLAD and to be Mexican.
The town sings it, made into feeling
opens its throat and launches it into the wind
public and notorious voice of the town crier
town that reads its history in a songbook.
A bloody event, a heroic feat
the daring of a patriotic town
a man, a real man, wounded for a woman
has put his name in our BALLAD.
Despite the time, you walk proudly
you fly with the wind, free and sovereign
dear friend, I extend my hand
to be THE BALLAD and to be Mexican.
