Mother, last night in the trenches
Between the fire and the grapeshot
I saw a
foe
running
The night was black,
I aimed with my rifle
And at the time that I shot
A light illuminated
The face that I killed
It nailed its look in me
With the eyes already holowsMother,
do you know who I killed?
That enemy soldier
was my friend José
a school mate
the one who so much I played with
about soldiers and trenches
Today the fire was real
And my friend is already buried
Mother, I want to die
I am fed up with this war
And if I write again
Maybe i do it from Heaven
Where I will find José
And we will play again
Mother, do you know who I killed?
That enemy soldier
was my friend José
a school mate
the one who so much I played with
about soldiers and trenches
Mother, do you know who killed?
That soldier enemy
was my friend José |
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