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Battleship Belgrano

Tren Loco

Acorazado Belgrano

Partire cuando despunte el alba
En alta mar y que parezca un sueño
Mi agonia y mi alma un ave
Que remonto el vuelo austral "

Viejo lobo de mar te hirieron
Con espada de traicion certera
Alli estaba mi amigo hermano
Que ya nunca volvera a mi tierra

Te fuiste al sur con tantos hijos de este pueblo
A combatir con frio mar
Hombres de solo dieciocho años
Por las malvinas a luchar

El valor de los sobrevivientes
Del belgrano es mas fuerte y persistente
Que el olvido urbano y mezquino
De los que miran por tv.

Viejo lobo de mar te hirieron
Con espada de traicion certera
Y alli estaba mi amigo hermano
Que ya nunca volvera a mi tierra

Viento del sur donde termina el mundo
Silbaste triste una cancion
Neblina gris que nos dejaste vos
Es la entereza y el valor
Es el valor…..!

Recitado
Una madre que reza y llora:
Señor sur, señor frio, señor ,
Cuida a mi niño guerrero
Que ha dejado su vida en el mar …
Sin temer al enemigo
Cuyo alegria es robar y matar
Sin pensar en nada mas
Que defender su hogar…
A su patria que tanto el amo,
Y en sacrificio entregarse al sol

Y defender malvinas …

Cuida al soldado niño
Que ya nunca volvera

Battleship Belgrano

I will depart when dawn breaks
On the high seas and it seems like a dream
My agony and my soul a bird
That takes flight to the south

Old sea wolf, you were wounded
With a sword of certain betrayal
There was my friend, my brother
Who will never return to my land

You went south with many sons of this town
To fight in the cold sea
Men only eighteen years old
To fight for the Falklands

The courage of the survivors
Of the Belgrano is stronger and more persistent
Than the urban and petty forgetfulness
Of those who watch on TV

Old sea wolf, you were wounded
With a sword of certain betrayal
And there was my friend, my brother
Who will never return to my land

South wind where the world ends
You sadly whistled a song
Gray mist that you left us
Is the fortitude and the courage
Is the courage…!

Spoken
A mother who prays and cries:
Lord south, lord cold, lord,
Watch over my warrior child
Who has left his life in the sea…
Without fearing the enemy
Whose joy is to steal and kill
Without thinking of anything else
But to defend his home…
To his homeland that he loved so much,
And in sacrifice surrender to the sun

And defend the Falklands…

Watch over the soldier child
Who will never return

Escrita por: Zavala-cabral