Desde La Trinchera
Flans
From the Trench
He was nineteen years old
She was sixteen, and they both loved each other
But one day they took him away
They decided their love would end
They took him to play, with real bullets
And she doesn't know, that he won't come back
From the trench I write to you (oh)
Between misery and cold (oh)
It wouldn't be fair, my love, for you to wait for me again
Forget me, forget me
He rests in a minefield, oh
Grass has grown between his hands
She waits on the platform, for the first train to arrive
But she doesn't know, that he won't come back
From the trench I write to you (oh)
Between misery and cold
It wouldn't be fair, my love, for you to wait for me again
Forget me
From the trench I write to you
Between misery and cold
It wouldn't be fair, my love, for you to wait for me again
Forget me, forget me
From the trench I write to you (oh)
Between misery and cold
It wouldn't be fair, my love, for you to wait for me again
Forget me, forget me
From the trench I write to you
