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Songs by album| Madre, Anoche En Las Trincheras | Mother, Last Night In The Trenches |
| Madre, anoche en las trincheras Entre el fuego de metralla Vi al enemigo correr. La noche estaba estrellada Apunté con mi fusil Al tiempo que disparaba Y una luz iluminó El rostro que yo mataba Era mi amigo José Compañero de la escuela Con quien tanto yo jugué A soldados y trincheras Hoy el juego era verdad Y a mi amigo ya lo entierran. Madre, ya quiero morir. Ya estoy harto de esta guerra Madre, si vuelvo a escribir Tal vez sea desde el cielo Donde encontraré a José Y jugaremos de nuevo La Oreja De Van Gogh Os deseamos Un feliz 2014 Repleto de paz |
Mother, last night in the trenches Among the hail of shrapnel I saw the enemy running. The night was starry I aimed with my rifle At the [same] time that he was shooting And a light illuminated The face that I was killing It was my friend José The schoolmate With whom I played ‘Soldiers and trenches’ a lot Today the game was real And now they are burying my friend. Mother, now I want to die. I am fed up with this war now Mother, if I write again Perhaps it may be from heaven Where I will find José And we will play again La Oreja De Van Gogh Wish you A happy 2014 Full of peace |
Here is a link to the story of this song (in Spanish).