Текст и перевод песни Sank - Última Carta

Última Carta

S A N K
Hola ma, por aca esta todo bien
Estoy en el cuartel esperando pa comer
Extraño tus comidas
Ah
Por una milanesa daria hasta mi vida
Pero no me quejo, defiendo mi Argentina
Aunque nada mal me vendria, sacarme el uniforme y dejar esta doctrina
Me esta enloqueciendo vivir en las malvinas
El lunes estuvimos en el campo de batalla
Fue la primera vez que pense que iba a morir
Vi como a un compañero un tiro le pagaban
Sabiendo que hace un rato yo habia estado ahi
Quizas te suene raro pero no siento
Nada, el frio, el hambre, la culpa, la rabia
Estar aca te carcome el cerebro y el alma
Quisiera describirlo pero no tengo palabras
Pensar que de chiquito jugaba con mi hermano
Con armas de juguete a que eramos soldados
Es como estar viviendo un juego del pasado
Pero la bala duele y hay sangre en todos lados
La abuela esta mejor?
Se le curo el tumor?
Decile que su nieto le manda su calor
Un compañero mio es sobrino de un doctor
Me dijo que es muy bueno haciendo su labor
Deberia estar triste pero no.
Mate a una persona y me siento orgulloso
Los dias van pasando y cada vez se pone peor
La guerra te transforma en un ente peligroso
Ya no tengo miedo
Ya no tengo amigos
Ni mis compañeros me desean vivo
Si me dan un tiro y mañana muero
Alguien va a poder almozar de mi puchero, mamá
Quise decirlo cara a cara, pero no hubo tiempo y tuve que partir
Mi novia hace tres meses que esta embarazada
Seguro es una nena y se va a llamar Abril
En este preciso instante
Acaba de entrar sin un brazo el comandante
Se ve que una granada le revento a delante
Lo tiene merecido era un viejo arrogante
Casi que ni duermo por las noches
Escucho bombas, revientan coches
Tengo el hombro lastimado por el fusil
Ese maldito fusil...
Vieja. si un dia no regreso vende mis cosas y cuidalo a Alejo

No quiero que te pongas triste no quiero eso
Espero verte pronto
Te mando un beso.

Last Letter

S A N K
Hey mom, everything's fine here
I'm in the barracks waiting for food
I miss your cooking
Ah
I'd give my life for a Milanese
But I'm not complaining, I'm defending my Argentina
Though it wouldn't be bad to take off this uniform and leave this doctrine
I'm going crazy living in the Falklands
On Monday we were in the battlefield
It was the first time I thought I was going to die
I saw a comrade get shot
Knowing that I had been there moments before
It might sound weird but I don't feel
Anything, not the cold, the hunger, the guilt, the anger
Being here eats away at your brain and soul
I'd like to describe it but I have no words
To think that as a child I played with my brother
With toy guns pretending we were soldiers
It's like living a game from the past
But the bullets hurt and there's blood everywhere
Is your grandma doing better?
Has her tumor healed?
Tell her that her grandson sends her his warmth
One of my comrades is the nephew of a doctor
He told me that he's very good at his job
I should be sad but I'm not.
I killed a person and I'm proud of it
The days go by and it gets worse
War transforms you into a dangerous being
I'm not afraid anymore
I have no friends
Not even my comrades wish me alive
If I get shot and die tomorrow
Someone will be able to have my stew for lunch, mom
I wanted to tell you this face to face, but there was no time and I had to leave
My girlfriend has been pregnant for three months
It's definitely a girl and she's going to be called April
Right this moment
The commander just walked in without an arm
A grenade must have blown up in front of him
He deserved it, he was an arrogant old man
I barely sleep at night
I hear bombs, cars exploding
My shoulder is injured because of the rifle
That cursed rifle...
Old woman. if I don't come back, sell my things and take care of Alejo

I don't want you to be sad, I don't want that
I hope to see you soon
I send you a kiss.