Del Colimba
Hermetica
From the Colimba
Watching the sun
drom a barracks.
One among many
of the great homeland.
Sunday is leaving and I
curse my luck,
because by chance I am here
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.
Serving those who chose to be here.
My metal dreams must be delayed.
I am forced into military training,
and singing, I try to endure.
In a barracks, in a barracks.
It was by lottery and not by my own will,
that I have been shaved and separated from my peers.
Being a guard seems to be better.
I sing, trying to endure.
In a barracks, in a barracks.
It was by lottery and not by my own will,
that I have been shaved and separated from my peers.
Being a guard seems to be better.
I sing, trying to endure.
In a barracks, in a barracks.
