'Nu Telegramma

'Nu telegram, I received this morning, my mom wrote it to me, and it said “come home immediately
Ask permission from the captain, because your dad is not well
Hugs and kisses, your mommy”
But instead, but instead my dad was already dead. on the train, a newspaper, told me the truth

Under the highway bridge
At a gas station
They committed a robbery
Four bandits with a submachine gun
Killed the gas station attendant
And that man was my father
They found a million
The day's earnings were there

Hey mom
Forget this little sergeant
Forget this uniform
From tonight I'm not him anymore;
I want to become a criminal
Under military life
I always hit the target
With the gun, at shooting
And a good aim cannot be forgotten

Hey mom
Tonight you sang to me like grandma
Like when I was a little boy
And tomorrow pray to the Madonna
To accompany me and I'll come back to you in your arms

Under military life
I always hit the target
With the gun, at shooting
And a good aim cannot be forgotten

Hey mom
It's a cop from the underworld
Who told me who robbed
The shirts of these bandits
I'll bring them soaked in blood to you