Текст и перевод песни Ilse, Ivonne y Mimi - Desde la Trinchera (Primera Fila Flans [En Vivo])

Desde la Trinchera (Primera Fila Flans [En Vivo])

El tenía 19 años,
Ella 16 y ambos se querían,
Pero un día a él se lo llevaron
Decidieronq ue su amor terminaría,
Lo llevaron a jugar, con metrallas de verdad,
Y ella no sab, que él no volerá.

Desde la trinchera yo te escribo,
Entre la miseria y entre el frío,
No sería justo amor,
Que me esperes otra vez,
Olvidame, olvidame.

Ella descansa en un campo minado,
A crecido hierba por entre sus manos,
Ella espera en el andén
A que llegue el primer tren,
Pero no sabe que él no volverá.

Desde la trinchera yo te escribo,
Entre la miseria y entre el frío,
No sería justo amor,
Que me esperes otra vez,
Olvidame, olvidame.

Desde la trinchera yo te escribo,
Entre la miseria y entre el frío,
No sería justo amor,
Que me esperes otra vez,
Olvidame, olvidame.

Desde la trinchera yo te escribo,
Entre la miseria y entre el frío,
No sería justo amor...

From the Trench (Flans First Row [Live])

He was 19 years old,
She was 16, and they both loved each other,
But one day he was taken away
They decided that their love would end,
They took him to play with real machine guns,
And she didn't know he wouldn't come back.

From the trench I write to you,
Among the misery and the cold,
It wouldn't be fair, my love,
To wait for me again,
Forget me, forget me.

She rests in a minefield,
Grass has grown up between her hands,
She waits on the platform
For the first train to arrive,
But she doesn't know he won't be back.

From the trench I write to you,
Among the misery and the cold,
It wouldn't be fair, my love,
To wait for me again,
Forget me, forget me.

From the trench I write to you,
Among the misery and the cold,
It wouldn't be fair, my love,
To wait for me again,
Forget me, forget me.

From the trench I write to you,
Among the misery and the cold,
It wouldn't be fair, my love...