Fue Mi Abuelo
Benito Kamelas
It Was My Grandfather
There's a story that happened here
That one day this land, reigns hunger and pain
Rivers of blood were seen flowing
Very hard years came after
To the right lives the military man
Landowners, the clergy, and others
On the other side, the peasant is
Fighting hard to be able to bring
Some future that helps their own
To live in freedom.
I don't want to be the one who judged
I'm not interested either
I don't think forgetting is the best way
If something has become clear
After so many wars:
That no matter who shoots
No bullet is good!
But what is not fair
Is that the defeated one always
Is the forgotten one, the one who doesn't appear in the books
That there are still many fallen
Who are forgotten
In mass graves without being found.
My heart shrinks disappointed
And remembering the sorrows it has left
It feels compelled to shout out loud
In case someone wanted to hear.
And so many times sitting by the fire
I heard him tell the sorrows they lived
And even though time passes
Listen for a moment
Don't forget what I'm going to say:
That yesterday it was my grandfather
Who lying on the ground
Defended your freedom!
It's been 30 years already
Since the death of that general
It was very difficult to feel again
That democracy could be lived.
And although resentment doesn't lead us anywhere
Some things are still the same
The voice of the people is not wanted to be heard
Those who govern decide for you.
They invent wars for money and without evidence,
Bringing death to Madrid!
