Botas Negras

Here come the black boots
Marching without fear
Marking the step in a war
That they carry inside
Poor black boots
Without war it will be worse!

They are my childhood friends
And they march without notion
All singing a war song
And they sing of wall
They shaved all their heads
But not their hearts
There go my black boots

Shouting at me without voice
The skinny black boots
Singing this song!
Here come the black boots
We like rock and roll
We like those parties that burst with the sun

We like nature, grass, and love
We like fair protests
We hate oppression
We are black boots
From the street and rock and roll!
I wanted to die today on the radio
The war began

Mothers cry and girlfriends
And a whole nation
Out of all the impotence
And the unconsciousness, what do I know?
It's better to keep quiet, it would be in vain
To be a hero in the pantheon
Poor black boots, there is war and it will be worse

It was raining winter and the door
I felt someone calling
I asked the Sun to take them
Only one returned
With a shattered look
Crying, he hugged me
Here I brought his black boots and in blood a song

Here we are the black boots
Marching with fear
Marking the step between the bombs
Death and pain
If we don't return
If we don't return today
The skinny black boots
Singing this song!

Here come the black boots
We like rock and roll
We like those parties that burst with the sun
We like nature, grass, and love
We like fair protests
We hate oppression
We are black boots
From the street and rock and roll!