Jugar a La Guerra
Los Prisioneros
Playing War
With clean uniforms and polished boots
They look like school-age children
Those in the last grade
Have voices that command
To be ready to play
To play at being gunslingers
To play at war
Excursion to the border, fun shootout
And they are just school-age children
The older ones have mansions
Built with statements
And an exceptional tough face
And they go to play
At being vigilantes
To play
Come play at war
"My country is braver
And has hotter blood"
They roar from the television
There are still those who know why
Proud, who knows of what
Waiting for their chance
To play at being strategists
To march
Come play at war
The patriotic heroes depart, firm and gallant
Prepare the history books, the laurel wreaths
Polish the shields, raise the flags
Let's all flee to the dumps
Suicide is more sympathetic
Death to the old
Come play at war
