Ourense - Bosnia

His name was Isaac
his long hair
and his life still very short
only twenty years twenty
friends, work
family, illusion
tears lived far away
What country is that?
On what map is it? It doesn't matter
They tore him from his home
and the bad dream
without knowing how it started

Trumpet sounds.
Flags. Drum rolls
uniforms and stars
they shaved his head
they gave him bombs. A rifle
"you are on a peace mission"
behind every soldier
there is a woman.
While the earth spins
there is no war without dead
weapons are made
only to kill.

Battalion number three
"Mark the step, fool!" Company "D"
fifth brigade
in the grave of his mouth
his tongue lies dead
grenades explode
this is how Asunción
was deprived of her son
his life is a life of nothing
a piece of brass
a street with his name
and a dirty telegram.

Has anyone ever returned
from the dead? And said:
"Look there I am content.
Laughing I am in a strange tomb
for saving Spain
I have died to the world
look at me singing hymns
with my mouth full of worms"
Grave robbers
liars who return
to brothers against brothers

Shoot with the hope
to make orphans, widows
and mothers without children
poor young men kill
poor young men while
old rich men count their profits
What is the homeland, where is it?
My iron chariot
sinks more and more
What is the homeland, where is it?
there is nothing in the world
to die or kill for.

"Blah, blah, blah, blah" speeches that say
honor, flag, homeland
noble death
those who have never died
although they deserve
to die a thousand times
what honor is there in
not seeing the sunrise
shattered legs jump through the air
what nobility is there in
raping, murdering while
cities and towns burn.

I did not raise my son
to be a soldier
I did not raise my son
to be a servant
a man is not born
to be a servant
man is not born
to be a soldier.