La Barba Es Mi Estilo

They ask me why the long beard
Why the Taliban appearance, the answer is very clear
It was that kid's order

I didn't think my appearance bothered
Less, that they questioned my religion, as if it bothered them
Oh well, that's my style

The commander knows I stayed on the sidelines
I followed rules outside and inside combat, always at the front and forward
I never disobeyed

If his order was to lower my weapons
I know it was for my own good and willingly, because he needed me
He wanted to protect my life

Those who, out of rage, dragged me by the beard and couldn't get a word out of me
And not because they were camouflaged, I wasn't going to spill the beans, it didn't matter that they locked me up
Quiet and with a smile on my face, the guys gave me a beating, but I didn't break
I spat blood all over their faces

If that distraction of bullets served any purpose
Fire against fire, I did give them a fight, I shattered their helmets
They were surprised

But if it wasn't for the commander
A river of blood would have run, through all those streets
But for some reason it didn't happen

I miss the moments when in the company
Of friends from the virus I always saw myself, relaxed night and day
In beret and uniform

The black cat is not meant to be locked up
I know many are waiting for me outside, to continue working
Like in the old times

Those who, out of rage, dragged me by the beard and couldn't get a word out of me
And not because they were camouflaged, I wasn't going to spill the beans, it didn't matter that they locked me up
Quiet and with a smile on my face, the guys gave me a beating, but I didn't break
I spat blood all over their faces