1982

This is my life so hard to live
And so different from that of the English pirate
I am a pilot, I was never a repressor
I enlisted for my homeland and honor
I trained to attack in 'Pucara'
My rebellious solitude
Complicit smile shining on the radar
The 'Exocet' travels accurately on the high seas

They forced me into the barracks
I left my beloved Tucuman so far away
They drafted me and the war was there
Starving and with no shelter to seek
Holocaust of a deadly symphony
Gathering the pieces of my dead friend
Foot in the trench, cursed hunger
The unequal struggle as always in this swarm

82!!
The encounter with death
82!!
Changed my life and my luck
With Thatcher on one side
With Galtieri drunk
And the death of soldiers in the south!!!

I already fired, against the Sheffield, a missile
And two 'Sea Harriers' chase me at six o'clock
The gray frigate spills
The black blood of English imperialism!!
They shot me when I only managed
To eject and jump from the 'Pucara'
It is dignified to die for the homeland and honor!
Dignified is the hatred that sank the English ship!

I wanted to put down roots and have a home
And now I live with military death
Among cowardly officers behind
And soldiers in the front with honor
I advance, my battalion
Two by two, like sharp corpses
Where is God? who allowed
500 years of fucking invasion!!!

82!!
The encounter with death
82!!
Changed my life and my luck
With Thatcher on one side
With Galtieri drunk
And the death of soldiers in the south!!!

Never forget, the people who fought
and died, there in Malvinas
The glorious fighters in the south
who share madness and pain
Far from home, military holocaust
Falkland Islands, are Argentine!!!

I fell unconscious and my leg broke
Agony among the rocks of Malvinas
I see uniforms coming towards me
Will they be the 'Gurkhas' returning on foot
I opened my eyes, in desolation
'Colimbras' slaughtered in the cold sea
Destruction, blood, and power
Death laughs, military deal

I found the aviator half dead
An Argentine pilot who told me:
-'I owe you one, little brother!'- he whispered
God give you luck, my brother in pain
Maybe we'll make it out of this hell alive
Maybe we'll be friends with time
And thus tell, what happened
And share this misfortune of ours.

82!!
The encounter with death
82!!
Changed my life and my luck
With Thatcher on one side
With Galtieri drunk
And the death of soldiers in the south!!!
In the south!!!