La Conmemorativa
Adan Sanchez
The Commemorative
It's a .45
The one I put in your hand
You're gonna know how to use it
Because you're fair and humane
Now that you're a commander
You've stopped being a corporal
First World War
From the year '17
Fifty years have passed
In '67
A commemorative
With it, they gave death
I remember with sadness
I hear the fabrics
In the battlefields
When the wounded remained
They finished them off with shots
Only cries were heard
I don't know who invented you
Maybe it was the devil for me
It's a secret of centuries
No one can decipher it
And even though they made you beautiful
Your kisses shouldn't be tasted
It's called .45
Because that's how it's registered
A weapon that's forbidden
And desired by all
Your message that's always death
There are many crosses nailed
Goodbye Alfredo Sauceda
I entrust you with my beloved
You can trust her
I respond with my life
I hope if one day they kill us
It's with a commemorative
