Madre Anoche En Las Trincheras

Walking through the field
On the ground I saw
A bloodstained letter
From forty years ago

It was from a paratrooper
From the eighth company
Who wrote to his mother
And the letter said this

Mother last night in the trenches
Between the fire and the shrapnel
I saw the enemy running
The night was dark

I aimed with my rifle
As I fired
A light illuminated
The face of the one I killed

It was my friend José
Schoolmate
With whom I played so much
Soldiers and trenches

Now the game was real
And they already bury my friend
Mother, I want to die
I'm tired of this war

Mother, if I write again
Maybe it will be from heaven
Where I will find José
And we will play again

If my blood were ink
And my heart an inkwell
With the blood of my veins
I would write to you: I love you