Del Colimba - Hermetica

Mirando el sol

desde un cuartel.

Uno entre tantos

de la patria grande.

Se va el Domingo y yo maldigo mi suerte,

pues por azar aqui estoy

vestido de verde.

Fue por sorteo, pibe.

Sin tomar parte.

Hoy soy quien corre, limpia y barre.

En un cuartel, en un cuartel.

Sirviendo a quienes eligieron aqui estar.

Mis metaleron sue±os deben demorarse.

Estoy forzado a la militar instrucciіn,

y cantando trato de aguantar.

En un cuartel, en un cuartel.

Fue por sorteo y no por por propia voluntad,

que me han rapado y separado de mis pares.

Ser vigilante pareciera ser mejor.

Yo cantando, trato de aguantar.

En un cuartel, en un cuartel.

Fue por sorteo y no por por propia voluntad,

que me han rapado y separado de mis pares.

Ser vigilante pareciera ser mejor.

Yo cantando, trato de aguantar.

En un cuartel, en un cuartel.

Watching the sun

from a barracks

one among many

of the great homeland.

Sunday goes away and I curse my luck,

Well by chance here I am

dressed in green

It was by lottery, kid.

without taking part

Today I am the one who runs, cleans and sweeps.

In a headquarter, in a headquarter.

Serving those who chose to be here.

My metal dreams must be delayed.

I am forced to the military instruction,

and singing I try to hold on.

In a headquarter, in a headquarter.

It was by lot and not by choice,

that I have been shaved and separated from my peers.

Being vigilant seems to be better.

Me singing, I try to hold on.

In a headquarter, in a headquarter.

It was by lot and not by choice,

that I have been shaved and separated from my peers.

Being vigilant seems to be better.

Me singing, I try to hold on.

In a headquarter, in a headquarter.