Del Colimba
Almafuerte
From the Barracks
Watching the sun
From a barracks
One among many
In the Great Nation
Sunday is leaving
And I curse my luck
Because by chance
Here I am dressed in green
It was by lottery, kid
Without taking part
Today I am the one
Who runs, cleans, and sweeps
In a barracks
In a barracks
In a barracks
Serving those
Who chose to be here
My heavy metal dreams
Must be put on hold
I am forced to
Military training
And singing
I try to endure
In a barracks
In a barracks
In a barracks
It was by lottery
And not by my own will
That they have shaved me
And separated me from my peers
Being a guard
Seems to be better
But it's not
I sing
I try to endure
In a barracks
In a barracks
In a barracks
It was by lottery
And not by my own will
That they have shaved me
And separated me from my peers
Being a guard
Seems to be better
But it's not
I sing
I try to endure
Hey!
