Текст и перевод песни No Recomendable - Remite la Nación

Remite la Nación

La guerra es un negocio de pocos
De los que fabrican armas
De los que consumen
Los medios ayudan
A expandir ese miedo
Al hogar
Los hacen creer que es importante pelearnos entre hermanos
Los padres envian a sus hijos
Y en recompensa solamente le dan una sobre con una medalla
Que no abraza, que no besa
Que no dicen papa
Envio esta carta
Diciendole señor
La cosa estubo duro por aca
Seguro usted tan solo
Tan lejos, tan seguro
Tiene mucho que recordar
No se porque presiento
Que llorare enseguida
Y ya no es por costumbre otro dia mas
Me da miedo leerle
Pues su noticia es mala
Donde esta mi muchacho hoy
Lamento tanto esto
Pero hay algo que decirle
Su hijo ya es un heroe hoy
La estrella esta en el sobre
Con un cheque en recompensa
Puede cobrarlo hoy
Y donde esta mi niño, mi niño
Que no es niño
Ahora solo un cuerpo tirado entre la tierra
Se llevaron mi niño y al derramar su sangre
Sacaron otro llanto a este que es su padre
A este que es su padre
Camina entre la gente
Con la mirada al frente
Y siente tanto orgullo por ese al que le dio
La vida tanto años y ustedes se la quitan
Reemplazan con medallas
La vida que le di
La nacion y el recuerdo
Lo tendran en su memoria
Lastima que mi hijo no vera pues
Su obra
Y donde esta mi niño, mi niño
Que no es niño
Ahora solo un cuerpo tirado entre la tierra
Se llevaron mi niño y al derramar su sangre
Sacaron otro llanto a este que es su padre
A este que es su padre
Señor yo me despido
Fue grato saludarle
Encontrara motivos vera que no hay culpables
No encuentro ya motivo
Pues a quien yo esperaba
Debo seguirle hoy.

Nation's Loss

War is a business of the few,
Of those who manufacture weapons,
And those who use them.
The media helps
Spread this fear
Into the home.
You're led to believe that it's important to fight among brothers,
Fathers send their sons to war,
And as a reward, they're only given an envelope with a medal.
It doesn't embrace, it doesn't kiss,
It doesn't say "dad".
I'm sending you this letter,
To tell you, sir,
Things have been tough here.
You're probably alone,
So far away, so safe,
And you have much to remember.
I don't know why I have a feeling
That I'm going to cry any minute now,
And it's not out of habit or anything.
I'm scared to read your letter,
Because I know the news is bad.
Where is my baby boy today?
I'm so sorry for this,
But I have something to tell you.
Your son is a hero today.
The star is in the envelope,
Along with a check as a reward.
You can cash it today.
But where is my boy, my boy?
He's not a boy anymore.
Now he's just a body lying in the dirt.
They took my boy, and when his blood was spilled,
They made this father cry again.
This father.
He walks among the people.
With his eyes looking straight ahead,
And feels so proud of the one he gave life to.
For so many years, and now you've taken it away from him.
You've replaced it with medals.
The life that I gave him.
The nation and its memory
Will keep him in their thoughts.
It's a shame that my son won't see his
Work.
Where is my boy, my boy?
He's not a boy anymore.
Now he's just a body lying in the dirt.
They took my boy, and when his blood was spilled,
They made this father cry again.
This father.
Sir, I bid you farewell.
It was nice to meet you.
You'll find reasons to see that there's no guilt.
I no longer find any reason,
Because the one I was waiting for
I must follow today.