Maniobras de Guerra
Orden 000, Sorteo 418
Orden 001, Sorteo 754
Orden 002, Sorteo 845
Aquella maana te despertaron
Retumbando unos nmeros raros
Y sin darte cuenta siquiera
Eras un nuevo soldado
Muchos sueos se cortaron
Otros se bifurcaron
De repente te enrolaron
Y en un buque te hacinaron
Servicio militar, qu asco me das!
Amor a la Patria! Tomen sus armas! A matar!
Dnde est el enemigo? Lo borraron? Lo cambiaron?
Una bola de graves se hizo
Entre oficiales, cabos, sargentos y tenientes
Ellos tienen enemigos! Y los tienen enfrente
Son los zurdos, putos, cabecitas
Y en especial, negros bolitas
Tomen las armas, amor a la Patria. Matar!
Orden 019, Sorteo 727
Orden 020, Sorteo 419
Sin enemigos, sin banderas, sin fronteras
Teniente, la consigna es: Mate a cualquiera!
Pas el tiempo, mucho tiempo:
Por la sangre de Carrasco la colimba qued en nada
Pero en mi mente sigue el recuerdo persistente
De los pibes de Malvinas, los desaparecidos
Pobres olvidados, los sobrevivientes...
A los soldados como premio una chapita les tiraron
Aquella maana, cuando te sortearon
Tus das quedaron contados
Con esos putos nmeros la vida te amarraron
A un destino lejano, un extrao pas
En un fro lodo olvidado, los cuerpos amasijados
2 de Abril, da negro nacional...
A veces, cuando analizo esta vida
Dada vuelta y sin valores
Me dan ganas de escapar
Miro a un lado y a otro
Tratando de buscar responsables
Y para qu?
Las bestias del proceso
Quemaron los ideales
Junto a libros de Cortzar y Benedetti
Nos llevaron a la guerra del 82
Nada para rescatar, slo cadveres para contar
War Maneuvers
Order 000, Draw 418
Order 001, Draw 754
Order 002, Draw 845
That morning they woke you up
With strange numbers echoing
And without even realizing
You were a new soldier
Many dreams were cut off
Others diverged
Suddenly they enlisted you
And crowded you on a ship
Military service, how disgusting you are!
Love for the Motherland! Take up your arms! To kill!
Where is the enemy? Did they erase it? Did they change it?
A serious ball was formed
Among officers, corporals, sergeants, and lieutenants
They have enemies! And they have them in front of them
They are the lefties, faggots, little heads
And especially, black little balls
Take up arms, love for the Motherland. To kill!
Order 019, Draw 727
Order 020, Draw 419
Without enemies, without flags, without borders
Lieutenant, the order is: Kill anyone!
Time passed, a lot of time:
By Carrasco's blood, the military service ended up being nothing
But in my mind, the persistent memory remains
Of the kids from Malvinas, the disappeared
Poor forgotten ones, the survivors...
As a reward, they threw a little badge to the soldiers
That morning, when they drew you
Your days were numbered
With those damn numbers, life tied you down
To a distant destiny, a strange country
In a forgotten cold mud, the bodies piled up
April 2nd, national black day...
Sometimes, when I analyze this life
Turned upside down and without values
I feel like escaping
I look to one side and the other
Trying to find those responsible
And for what?
The beasts of the regime
Burned the ideals
Along with books by Cortázar and Benedetti
They led us to the war of '82
Nothing to rescue, just corpses to count