Toca ya el clarín
He plays the trumpet and
Just for me
Does not change the time ...
Remember well what I was.
I can not go
Since starting nose
In my heart,
all is loneliness
I am a soldier, wounded
and I leave
It ended here
keep me or let me die.
He plays the trumpet and,
all the same to me,
There is not a path
take me somewhere.
Without light, I'm afraid
of despair, giving up
and finally not to continue.
And from there,
high in the distance,
a voice within, remember your truth.
If you miss today
you is your strength.
Take your courage,
remember your truth.
There is a soldier in you
fighting in the battle
for freedom.
That is your truth.