I adore him in the sentraņas of his mother ...
in my arms I taught him to decode teach him
each exit .. respect for life .. but others
they train me to kill ..
He does not play the soldiers in my house anymore
now lives in a military base is a man
of combat ... an expert in the rescue
and who knows if I'll hug him again ..
How many wars have fought how many
heroes collapsed by men
the power and the amvision ..
How many heroes are left with the heart
tattooed .. mutilated by the bombs
and the cannon ...
(Do not cry, father told me ...
cry ... my country has been attacked
and for her I'm going to fight ... I gave her a hug
tight said goodbye to my soldier
and m hiding to cry ..)
(I did not want to stain his suit with tears
of military if God gave his son
as an eternal sacrifice for
the mortal sinner .. as I was going to deny
to mine ... even if I die empty
if I do not hug him again ..)
I sing to the soldiers of the earth
those who hold the flag with
honor .. there goes what more
I want .... my boy fighter
defending his country with courage ..
How many wars have been fought ...
how many heroes collapsed
for men the power and the amvision ..
How many heroes have been left
with the tattooed heart .. mutilated by
the bombs and the cannon ....
Only among all we can make this a better place :)