Sur - Lucybell

Puras brisas te limpian tan bien

Puras almas creando el edén

Y tus campos llenos de sed

Y tus campos llenos de sed

Que te dio por valuarte el perdón

Que te dio tanta hambre y sin voz

Y ese mar que tranquilo quedo

Va perdiendo su sano esplendor

Que o la tumba será del dolor

O el asilo o la perdición

Que o la tumba será del dolor

O el asilo o la perdición

Nací y morí al sur

Entre cordillera y mar

No le temo a la oscuridad

Nací y morí al sur

Entre cordillera y mar

No le temo a la oscuridad (bis)

Me pueden torturar

Me pueden ignorar

No le temo a la oscuridad

Nací y morí al sur

Entre cordillera y mar

No le temo a la oscuridad

Pure breezes clean you so well

Pure souls creating Eden

And your fields full of thirst

And your fields full of thirst

What did he give you for valuing forgiveness

What made you so hungry and without a voice

And that calm sea remained

It is losing its healthy splendor

That or the grave will be of pain

Either asylum or perdition

That or the grave will be of pain

Either asylum or perdition

I was born and died in the south

Between mountain range and sea

I'm not afraid of the dark

I was born and died in the south

Between mountain range and sea

I'm not afraid of the dark (bis)

they can torture me

they can ignore me

I'm not afraid of the dark

I was born and died in the south

Between mountain range and sea

I'm not afraid of the dark