La Barba Es Mi Estilo
Me preguntan que por qué la barba larga
Que por qué la apariencia talibana, la respuesta es muy clara
Fue orden de aquel niño
No pensé que mi apariencia incomodara
Menos, que mi religión la cuestionaran, pues apoco si les cala
Ni modo, así es mi estilo
El comandante sabe que estuve al margen
Seguí reglas fuera y dentro del combate, siempre al frente y adelante
Jamás desobedecía
Si su orden fue la de bajar mis armas
Sé que fue por mi bien y de buena gana, porque me necesitaba
Quiso cuidarme la vida
Aquellos que por coraje me arrastraron de la barba y no lograron sacarme ni una palabra
Y no porque se hallaban camuflageados, yo iba a soltar la lengua, no importó que me encerraran
Calladito y con una risa en la cara, los guachos me daban una calentada, ni así me quebré
Les escupí sangre en toda la cara
Sí sirvió de algo esa distracción de balas
Fuego contra fuego, sí les di batalla, los cascos los reventaba
Se quedaron sorprendidos
Pero si no fuera por el comandante
Hubiera corrido todo un rio de sangre, por toditas esas calles
Pero por algo no se hizo
Extraño los momentos que en compañía
De amigos del virus siempre me veía, relajado noche y día
De boina y uniforme
El gato negro no es pa estar encerrado
Sé que afuera muchos me están esperando, para seguir laborando
Como tiempos anteriores
Aquellos que por coraje me arrastraron de la barba y no lograron sacarme ni una palabra
Y no porque se hallaban camuflageados, yo iba a soltar la lengua, no importó que me encerraran
Calladito y con una risa en la cara, los guachos me daban una calentada, ni así me quebré
Les escupí sangre en toda la cara
The Beard Is My Style
They ask me why the long beard
Why the Taliban appearance, the answer is very clear
It was that kid's order
I didn't think my appearance bothered
Less, that they questioned my religion, as if it bothered them
Oh well, that's my style
The commander knows I stayed on the sidelines
I followed rules outside and inside combat, always at the front and forward
I never disobeyed
If his order was to lower my weapons
I know it was for my own good and willingly, because he needed me
He wanted to protect my life
Those who, out of rage, dragged me by the beard and couldn't get a word out of me
And not because they were camouflaged, I wasn't going to spill the beans, it didn't matter that they locked me up
Quiet and with a smile on my face, the guys gave me a beating, but I didn't break
I spat blood all over their faces
If that distraction of bullets served any purpose
Fire against fire, I did give them a fight, I shattered their helmets
They were surprised
But if it wasn't for the commander
A river of blood would have run, through all those streets
But for some reason it didn't happen
I miss the moments when in the company
Of friends from the virus I always saw myself, relaxed night and day
In beret and uniform
The black cat is not meant to be locked up
I know many are waiting for me outside, to continue working
Like in the old times
Those who, out of rage, dragged me by the beard and couldn't get a word out of me
And not because they were camouflaged, I wasn't going to spill the beans, it didn't matter that they locked me up
Quiet and with a smile on my face, the guys gave me a beating, but I didn't break
I spat blood all over their faces