Infante

Wet clothes, heavy backpack, cold water
With the 762 on the incursion down the road
Finger on the trigger, the jungle is my home
No mercy, nothing escapes the sight

Boots bursting but I keep moving forward
Sharp bayonet, with about 4 spare magazines
Covering the rear, the 50's support
While the platoon advances, the gunfire is intense

From the sky, a parachute rain is falling
Armed to the teeth, ready to die
Among the bushes, a camouflaged infantryman
Waiting for the command, war dog, ready

Following the path in the darkness
I only stop when my mission is fulfilled
Pleasure, I'm an infantryman and I have no heart
I bring death, despair, and total destruction

Infernal noise, I only hear screams of pain
Among the gunfire, the para-fal is my protector
I'm different, being just another one is not enough
A body that doesn't vibrate is a skeleton that crawls

Camouflaged, well-armed, climbing the hill
Incendiary grenade thrown into the trenches
If any of them come out, they can stop shooting
Let's save ammunition, let's see the bodies burn

Shotgun, para-fal, mustard gas, and the following
Carrying behind a 120 mortar
Insane mind, insane body, trained to kill
The order has been given and there's no backing down

Seeing the enemy's eyes is only for those with morale
But closing them with a punch, believe me, is ideal
I come from the jungle, I'm an infantryman, fear doesn't exist in me
Programmed to kill, to die, that's how I am

But if I die, not even the devil can handle it, brother
I'll go to hell to regroup with my platoon
And from there we'll come back, strong to move forward
Pleasure, I'm from the jungle, I'm death, I'm an infantryman.