Madre Anoche En Las Trincheras

Walking through the field
On the ground I saw
A bloodstained letter
From 40 years ago

It was from a paratrooper
From the eighth company
Who wrote to his mother
And the letter said this:

Mother last night in the trenches
Between the fire and the shrapnel
I saw the enemy run
The night was dark

I aimed with my rifle
As I fired
And a light illuminated
The face of the one I killed

It was my friend José
Schoolmate
With whom I played so much
Soldiers and trenches

Now the game was real
And they already bury my friend
Mother, I want to die
I'm tired of this war

Mother, if I write again
Maybe it will be from heaven
Where I will find José
And we will play again

Two carnations in the water
Cannot wither
Two friends who love each other
Cannot be forgotten

If my blood were ink
And my heart an inkwell
With the blood of my veins
I would write to you I love you