La Isla de La Buena Memoria

Mother, I'm going to the island, I don't know who to fight against;
maybe I'll fight or resist, or maybe I'll die there.
I think it's very cold over there;
there are more fears like mine in the city.
What will I do with the uniform when I start to fight,
with the helmet and boots, I don't even know how to march.

There is no evil that does not come to Man, there is no God to pray to
there are no brothers or soldiers, there are no longer judges or juries,
there is only one more war.

Since I arrived on the island, I have no one to talk to.
We are thousands united by the same loneliness.
I think it's very cold around here;
there are more fears like mine in the city.
Gunshots are already heard between death and freedom,
my body falls riddled, I won't be able to sing anymore.

It was too cold around here;
there are more fears like mine in the city.
There is no evil that does not come to Man, there is no God to pray to,
there are no brothers or soldiers, there are no longer judges or juries,
there is only one more war...
and there is less peace each time.