El Oficial

Looking unintentionally
With no more guilt than being
They crossing the shore
The three didn't make it to 26
And at the bar watching their country die

Where are we heading?
It can't be
My brother is there
When will we have a life again?
Where are we heading?
It can't be
My brother is there
When will we have a life again?
Enough, shouted the jackal the officer
And without mercy, he shot them
One by one
And dragged them to the street by their feet

Where are we heading?
It can't be
My brother is there
When will we have a life again?
Where are we heading?
It can't be
My brother is there
When will we have a life again?

I open my hand, the air is burning
The night bites the sky almost unintentionally
The tight clouds push the window
I watch the fires shown on TV
The marks on my forehead are evident
The roof collapses
And there is nothing left
A curse, a fascist, a lunatic
The rhythm of the bullets
Continues marking the beat
Where are we heading, it can't be
My brother is there
When will we have a life again?
Where are we heading?
It can't be
My brother is there
When will we have a life again?