Lyrics and translation Capitán Cobarde - La Canción del Soldado

La Canción del Soldado

El soldado sintió ese vértigo extraño,
Caída libre de la soledad.
Anteojeras buscaban sus ojos cansados.
Todo sangra al mirar hacia atrás.

En su guerra pasó lo que tantos pasaron,
Pues matando se debe ganar.
Traicionera razón, que convierte en esclavo
Al que teme que debe cambiar.

Fueron años de lucha descarnada,
Su enemigo tan cerca que al final
El soldado en su espejo se miraba
Apuntando a su propia voluntad.

Yo no sé si llegó a disparar,
Me contaron que un día le vieron pasar,
Iba solo por esa ciudad
Habitada por locos
Que es la realidad.

El soldado volvió de su guerra tocado,
Al rendirese ganó la verdad.
Tantos crimenenes en su cabeza guardados,
Su veneno, su vida y su pan.

Ya no hay 4 de julio que allá en el condado
No se escuche a un soldado gritar.
Las estrellas vigilan el llanto enlutado
De aquel hombre que supo matar.

Fueron años de lucha descarnada,
Su enemigo tan cerca que al final
El soldado en su espejo se miraba
Apuntando a su propia voluntad.

Yo no sé si llegó a disparar,
Me contaron que un día le vieron pasar,
Iba solo por esa ciudad
Habitada por locos
Que es la realidad.

Yo no sé si llegó a disparar,
Me contaron que un día le vieron pasar,
Iba solo por esa ciudad
Habitada por locos
Que es la realidad.

The Soldier's Song

A strange vertigo the soldier did feel,
A free fall into solitude's appeal.
His weary eyes sought blindfolds.
To look back only made him bleed.

In his war, he had done as so many had done,
For to kill, you see, was a necessary run.
Reason, a faithless friend, ensalves
Those afraid to change, lest they become braves.

Years of struggle, an endless fight,
His enemy, it turned out, had been at his right.
The soldier looked in his mirror and grimaced,
His own free will now under his sword's embrace.

I know not if he ever did pull the trigger,
But one day, they did see him pass,
He wandered alone in that city
Of madmen
That is reality.

The soldier returned from his war, a changed man,
Surrender had won him life's plan.
Dark deeds of the past, etched in his mind,
His burden, his poison, his lifeline.

No more will the Fourth of July
Be heard in his heart's cry.
The stars watch over the mourners
Of a man who knew how to die.

Years of struggle, an endless fight,
His enemy, it turned out, had been at his right.
The soldier looked in his mirror and grimaced,
His own free will now under his sword's embrace.

I know not if he ever did pull the trigger,
But one day, they did see him pass,
He wandered alone in that city
Of madmen
That is reality.

I know not if he ever did pull the trigger,
But one day, they did see him pass,
He wandered alone in that city
Of madmen
That is reality.