Firmes
Melendi
Steadfast
Rifle on shoulder frime and waiting
Of an enemy who does not yet know that he is at war
With the innocence of one who gives his life
For a country that very soon forgets them
Who stole your freedom?
Who was it that made him clench his teeth?
Who led that good boy to be
The bringer of death?
Our children go to the front
Where are the children of the leaders?
playing polo
While ours die
And on the battlefield
Massacred by shrapnel
With furacos in the body
And patches in the soul
Bullets whistle, enemies fall
More dead than the dead
The living remain
They do not understand anything
They continue on their way
A telegram to your family is your destiny
Who stole your freedom?
Who was it that made him clench his teeth?
Who led that good boy to be
The bringer of death?
Our children go to the front
Where are the children of the leaders?
playing polo
While ours die
And on the battlefield
Massacred by shrapnel
With furacos in the body
And patches in the soul
Don't make treaties with hearts
Put aside the pretensions
How easy it is to write with blood
It is not your children who spread it
we dont have anything left
Just our voice
