Madre Anoche En Las Trincheras
La Oreja de Van Gogh
Mother Last Night in the Trenches
Mother, last night in the trenches
Between the fire and the shrapnel
I saw the enemy run
The night was starry
I aimed with my rifle, la, la, la
As I fired, uauu
A light illuminated, la, la, la
The face that I was killing, uauu
It was my friend José, la, la, la
Schoolmate, uauu
With whom I played so much, la, la, la
Soldiers and trenches, uauu
Now the game was real, la, la, la
And my friend was already on the ground, uauu
Mother, I want to die, la, la, la
I'm tired of this war, uauu
Mother, if I write again, la, la, la
Maybe it will be from heaven, uauu
Where I will find José, la, la, la
And we will play again, uauu
If my blood were ink, uu uu uu
And my heart an inkwell
With the blood of my veins
I would write to you I love you
La, la, la
