How Many Times

Where The Glory Is

There Is Freedom

First Things First

What If

Jordans


(Verso 1)
En la bruma mansa donde el campo va,
Te alzás brillante como luz de mar.
Los pies en tierra, el alma en el sol,
Tus sueños caminan con rumbo y honor.

Mate humeante, manos al calor,
Cuentos que nacen junto al tambor.
Sin oro ni reyes, sin falso esplendor—
Uruguay, sos puro valor.

(Coro)
Brillá, Uruguay, cantá tu verdad,
De Canelones hasta Trinidad.
Con paso de arte y voz de volcán,
Fuiste libre y fuerte sin mirar atrás.
Bailá tu ritmo sin preguntar—
Sos el alma del sur,
Brillá, Uruguay.

(Verso 2)
Niños pintando el día en color,
Abuelos tocando tambor de amor.
Luchás con coraje, amás de verdad,
Tu paz florece en hojas de yerbal.

No sos reflejo, sos la canción,
Que nace en el pecho y vibra al montón.
Cada pisada deja señal—
El futuro lo hacés con barro y sal.

(Coro)
Brillá, Uruguay, cantá tu verdad,
De las sierras de Rivera al mar de Rocha va.
Con bondad por fuerza y amor al hablar,
La justicia en vos tiene voz real.
Brújula firme bajo este cielo grisazul—
Sos el alma del sur,
Brillá, Uruguay.

(Puente)
Sin carne en la olla, igual hay festín,
Con maíz, pimientos y mango en jazmín.
Pan de la tierra, vino del sol—
Vas dando al mundo tu corazón.

(Coro final)
Brillá, Uruguay, alzá tu cantar,
Tenés historias que el viento va a alzar.
Bien arraigado y queriendo volar,
Sos el sueño que no va a parar.
Ay, mi Uruguay…
Sos el alma del sur—
Brillá, Uruguay.


Brillá, Uruguay..

(AI Generated Love Songs)

The fire took what words can’t hold,
The silence louder than the guns,
Left love in ashes, turned to cold,
And dreams scattered like the sun.

I watched you walk into the storm,
No reasons given, none that made you stray,
Just uniforms and empty storms,
And prayers that never stayed the blade.

I’ve cried for more than lovers gone,
For mothers torn, for peace undone,
For children learning war too young—
And still, I breathe, and carry on.

Still, we rise with broken wings,
Still, we sing of shattered things.
Through the wreckage, through the rain,
Through unjust wars and senseless pain.
We hold each other in the dark,
Find the rhythm of a beating heart.
Still, we rise—though torn apart,
Love survives to become every scar.

I buried pieces of myself
In graves of names I never knew.
Somewhere in a foreign land,
I lost the color of my youth.

But time, she weaves her quiet threads,
And sorrow learns to hum again,
And even where the blood was shed,
The flowers bloom despite the stain.

We don’t forget, we don’t pretend—
We build from pieces, not the end.
With tears that fall, with hands that shake,
We learn again the steps to take.

The human heart, though bruised and tried,
Keeps marching on, defying what's not right.

Still, we rise with broken wings,
Still, we sing of shattered things.
Through the wreckage, through the rain,
Through unjust wars and senseless pain.
We hold each other in the dark,
Find the rhythm of a beating heart.
Still, we rise—though torn apart,
Love survives in every scar.

So let the heavens know our names,
Let the sorrow bear no shame.
Even in the deepest cries,
We’re not lost—still, we rise.

God With Us (feat. Leslie Jordan & David Leonard)

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