The suitcases at the door, Jose is already leaving (ahh, ahh)
To the war for his homeland with no date to return, (ahh, ahh)
He says the children pray a lot for their father, I'm going to miss them,
And a worried wife, an agony with the desire to claim
Joseph?
Who cares for us, and protects us as you always do,
How I sleep if I sleep in your chest,
Who awakens my moms with cocks and kisses,
Ah this Christmas who lights the little tree,
And although I hope that God follows in your footsteps,
Jose knows that an easy soldier can fail,
Who gives me the guarantee that you will return home,
Because I look at your portrait and it makes me want to cry
Now tell me, come on, now tell me, come on.
Adventure
I introduce you, Mary Benarie
She's nassstty,
Cry violin, cry
A bit bitter story, Jose has to leave (ahhh, ahhh)
a soldier in battle without knowing what his end is,
already says goodbye and tells the smallest one not to cry like that,
That soon I return, and the wife silently conceals the suffering,
He has a lump in his throat, but he does not want to cry,
She knows that with tears, nothing can be remedied,
And she disguises her sadness with a delical smile,
although dying inside I would like to reproach him?
Joseph?
Who cares for us, and protects us as you always do,
How I sleep if I sleep in your chest,
Who awakens my moms with cocks and kisses,
Ah this Christmas who lights the little tree,
And although I hope that God follows in your footsteps,
Jose knows that an easy soldier can fail,
Who gives me the guarantee that you will return home,
Because I look at your portrait and it makes me want to cry
Now tell me, come on, now tell me, what do you mean?
This one goes out to all those fallen soldiers,
The heroes that go to battle for us?
May they rest in peace.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)