Botas Locas

I was part of a crazy army
I was twenty years old and had very short hair
But my friend, there was a confusion
Because for them, the crazy one was me

It's a simple game to be a soldier
They always insult, I always stay silent
I rested very little and got sick
Stupidities start early

The intolerant ones didn't understand anything
They said war, I said no thanks
They demanded us to love the homeland well
If they are the homeland, I am a foreigner

They realized that that place
Was unbearable for someone normal
That's why I said enough of complaining
I go back home and decided to leave

I shouted loudly what I believed
About everything they were doing
Obviously, they didn't like it
And that's how they kicked me out of the headquarters

If we all agree on the idea
That freedom is not a toilet
All roles would change
And many more barracks would be empty

Because they taught us to use weapons well
And I think that's the delicate part
Think about it for a moment, Mr. General
Because if I were you, I would feel very bad

(Do you realize, crazy? Suddenly, it's like that)