Soldadito de Plomo

Little lead soldier
It's the last straw
That you have to fight
For a wooden general
Battle formation
And at the end of your war
A medal, a flag
A hole under the ground

On the ground, brigade
That at the end of the climb
Your company awaits
And your companion wishes you

Little lead soldier
It's the last straw
That you have to die
To show off your warrior

Crosses with decorations
Distinguished badges
Adorned sword hilts
Sashes and belts

Muskets, rifles
And sabers and pellets
Cartridge belts and grenades
Puppets with holes

Little lead soldier
What a shame
That you have to kill
For peace, for war

To kill the enemy
To finish off the wounded
Let the graves open
And the senses close

Ready, aim, fire
A platoon is at stake
And when entering combat
May those who don't kill not return

Little lead soldier
It's not necessary
That you have to fight
For a wooden general