Al Sur, Al Sur (Persona Non Grata)

Even though it sounds absurd, you see it on the streets of Hamburg
While the snow falls, the mariachi singing 'I'm still the king'
The brim of the hat covers the guitar
It's 3 in the afternoon, it's night, not a penny in the case

Damn woman, that German blonde; she screwed me over
Sankt Pauli has a brothel that holds a heart

South wind, tell me about my homeland
Foreigner and with no future, I'm persona non grata

Down south, down south; take me home
The border is far from here and my soul breaks

It's not a new case, and maybe it's true
But many creatures flee to the mountains to be able to live

Far from God, lost in customs you can see them
Looking for a damn paper, the visa to Eden

South wind, tell me about my homeland
Foreigner and with no future, I'm persona non grata

Down south, down south; take me home
The border is far from here and my soul peels

South wind... I'm persona non grata

Down south, down south...