Ry Cooder's "Across the Borderline" touches a deep place in me. It works on many levels: spiritual, earthly, cosmic, localized, life, death, hope, despair. There is one verse in Spanish. Just gorgeous.

The chorus:

When you reach the broken promised land
And every dream slips through your hands
Then you'll know that it's too late to change your mind
'Cause you've paid the price to come so far
Just to wind up where you are
And you're still just across the borderline.