Sólo Era Niño
Mocedades
He Was Just a Kid
He left for the street this morning
To the burial of his companion
By the decision in his gaze
I knew he was going to the slaughterhouse.
When night had already fallen
They brought him back badly wounded
And I thought that useless offering
He was just a kid.
What will those in charge say
What will his companions say
Who will know that upon seeing himself die
He kept believing.
They will tell me he was a seed, they will tell me
They will tell me he was quite brave
They will tell me there's no other way, they will tell me
They will tell me it was his destiny.
But who will say with me
If he has any friend left
Now that they all see me crying
He was just a kid.
They will tell me he was brave
They will tell me it was destiny
Who will say upon seeing me cry
He was just a kid.
