Cruz de Hierro
Ñu
Iron Cross
You can feel cold at night
And those who push you scare you.
It could be salvation
You hide even in hell.
The date is on your tombstone
You erased your name there,
You try to wake up
As if it were a bad dream.
You don't forget that man
Nor that iron cross
The noise of that train
And the cold of winter
With divine messages
You cry looking at the sky
What's going on with your life
When will be your time.
Your life is worthless,
And you feel the fire of wax.
You look out from your window
And you don't want to acknowledge it
You came to be born
When the world is sick
There is no better time
Others died for you.
