La historia de Ramón

There's a story that has no end
Of cold, death, and military massacre
Of lost gazes
Of those kids filled with fear, hunger, and loneliness
Because they sent them out to slaughter
To such a horrific and deadly scene

There are so many things etched in Argentine minds
That will never die
I don't want to cry anymore
I don't want to leave them alone anymore
Those who defended me, those who died
They're in my head

There's a pardon and a final point
A shame that's already international
There's a killer's forgiveness, there's food sold
Stolen from some hangar
That's how I met my friend Ramón
A veteran, now a boxing teacher

A person of grit with a heart of steel
And scars everywhere
He should be in a mansion
Subsidized by today's government
He should be our hero, I tip my hat
Without any medals of honor

And the sun disappeared
With it went the ghosts of pain
And the lands flew away
And the sky turned red
With it went the ghosts of pain
And the lands of Argentina flew away
But we didn't bury the dreams