La Carta Perdida

Morning of the 22nd day
Mother, today is your birthday
Chaco, how far away I am!
In my letter, I leave them my love

Everything is white and here around me
They humiliate us with greatness
El Tano, El Polaco, El Andrés
Mother, the three of them fell

It's night, and I go out to look for them
A thousand stars want to tell me
It's cold and here in solitude
There are a thousand souls on guard

And you are a bit of Sun
All snow, all wind
You are an Argentine port
With the flag of another nation

It's the letter that never arrived
Written there in Malvinas
It was in April of '82
From a soldier who never returned

And you are a bit of Sun
All snow, all wind
You are an Argentine port
With the flag of another nation

With the flag of another nation
With the flag of another nation