Mi Pobre Valle
Los Hermanos Zuleta
My Poor Valley
I don’t want to see my life in danger
'Cause I’m not ready to die just yet
But when it comes to my beloved valley
I’d gladly give up my daily life
What’s happening is I can’t take it anymore
The dirty war that’s got us all on edge
I wish I could do like Jesus did, who gave his life
To save us all
If I could sacrifice my hands
The only thing I have to live
And see one day my valley transformed
Filled with hope and a beautiful future
It’s not the valley I knew that day
When I first started to love it in Loperena
I was a kid who sometimes woke up
Playing serenades up on a platform
You can’t play in the streets anymore
Like we used to do back in the day
A shot can come from anywhere
Now you’re not worth what you used to be
No one here is accountable for anyone
That’s the daily grind for us
I’d gladly offer my life
Even if human rights are violated
And if they take me to a faraway place
And kill me for my beloved valley
Simón Bolívar taught me to understand
That a man must make his mark in history
And that my death should also contribute
To end the violence in Colombia
If I could sacrifice my hands
The only thing I have to live
And see one day my valley transformed
Filled with hope and a beautiful future
It’s not the valley I knew that day
When I first started to love it in Loperena
I was a kid who sometimes woke up
Playing serenades up on a platform
You can’t play in the streets anymore
Like we used to do back in the day
A shot can come from anywhere
Now you’re not worth what you used to be
No one here is accountable for anyone
That’s the daily grind for us.
