Canzoni per titoloCanzoni per titolo| Madre, Anoche En Las Trincheras | Mother, Last Night In The Trenches |
| Caminando por el campo En el suelo vi que había Una carta ensangrentada De cuarenta años hacia Era de un paracaidista De la octava compañía Que a su madre le escribía Y la carta así decía: Madre, anoche en las trincheras Entre el fuego y la metralla Vi al enemigo correr. La noche estaba cerrada Apunté con mi fusil Al tiempo que disparaba Y una luz iluminó El rostro que yo mataba Era mi amigo José Compañero de la escuela Con quien tanto yo jugué A soldados y trincheras Ahora el juego era verdad Y a mi amigo ya lo entierran. Madre, yo quiero morir. Ya estoy harto de esta guerra Madre, si vuelvo a escribir Tal vez sea desde el cielo Donde encontraré a José Y jugaremos de nuevo Si mi sangre fuera tinta Y mi corazón tintero Con la sangre de mis venas Te escribiría «te quiero» |
While walking across the field I saw that there was A bloodstained letter on the ground Of about forty years old It was from a paratrooper From eighth company Who was writing to his mother And the letter went like this: Mother, last night in the trenches Among the shooting and shrapnel I saw the enemy running. The night was overcast I aimed with my rifle At the [same] time that he was shooting And a light illuminated The face that I was killing It was my friend José The schoolmate With whom I played ‘Soldiers and trenches’ a lot Today the game was real And now they are burying my friend. Mother, I want to die. I am fed up with this war now Mother, if I write again Perhaps it may be from heaven Where I will find José And we will play again If my blood was ink And my heart an inkwell With the blood from my veins I would write “I love you” |
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