Paroles et traduction Remmy Valenzuela - La Última Batalla

La Última Batalla

La muerte tocaba mi puerta
No alcance la metralleta
Con porta otra vez tuve que peliar.
Otra vez brincaban la cerca
Perdera su vestimenta
Rindance decian unos militar.
Pero me pare
Entonces pude ver
Mi gente peliando
Rafagas escuche.
Caian soldados
Y caia mi gente
Es dia la suerte
No era complaciente
Rondaba la muerte.
Miles de cosas
Me pasaban por la mente
Mi compadre el 20
Les peliaba de frente
Era combate emergente
Nos calleron de repente.
Encerrada estaba la presa
El apoyo venia cerca
Algunos se lograron escapar.
Nos renian un poco redeados
Llegaron doble rodado
Apoyo el jefe nos llego a brindar.
Pero no espere
Hacia el techo escale
Me tenian rodeado
Y me desespere.
Primero muerto que preso
Siempre ha sido un buen consejo
Lo dejo de ejemplo
Mejor dejo el pellejo
Encerrado ha hacerme viejo.
No me fui contento
Regresaria el momento
Para esperarnos de frente
Listo para defenderme
Como guerrillero al frente
Todo fuera diferente.
By: Rafael Ulloa

The Last Battle

Death was knocking at my door
I couldn't reach the machine gun
I had to fight back with my fists again.
They were jumping over the fence again
They lost their uniforms,
The military was telling us to surrender.
But I stood my ground
Then I could see,
My people fighting
I heard gunshots.
Soldiers were falling
And my people were falling
That day, fortune
Was not smiling upon us,
Death was hovering.
Thousands of thoughts
Were racing through my mind,
My friend, the 20
Was fighting them head-on
It was a fierce battle,
They had caught us off guard.
The escape route was blocked,
But help was on the way,
Some managed to escape.
They had us slightly surrounded,
Reinforcements arrived in pickup trucks,
The boss came to our aid.
But I couldn't wait
I climbed up to the roof,
They had me surrounded,
And I was despairing.
Better dead than in prison,
That's always been good advice,
I'm leaving it as an example,
I'd rather leave my bones
Than grow old in confinement.
I didn't leave with a happy heart,
I would come back,
Ready to face them,
To defend myself,
Like a guerrilla fighter on the front lines,
Everything would have been different.
By: Rafael Ulloa