Accordion Player
There was once an accordion player who didn't go to war.
His mother said I know all you wanna do is play but can't you see what's going on?
It's not about you anymore,
It's not about you anymore.
It's not about you anymore,
It's not about you anymore.
It's not about you anymore,
It's not about you anymore.
And so he stayed and played at home until they burned it down.
And when he had no bench to sit on he would just sit on the ground.
And when he held his wounded friend in his arms and death was all around.
He said,
It's not about you anymore,
It's not about you anymore.
It's not about you anymore,
It's not about you anymore.
It's not about you anymore,
It's not about you anymore.
Oh Mother, I could die a hero and bring glory to our home.
And what would you do in a house full of glory if you had to live there alone,
Live there alone, live there alone...
So I'd rather play this song.
I want to die playing, I want to die playing...
El Acordeonista
Hubo una vez un acordeonista que no fue a la guerra.
Su madre dijo sé que todo lo que quieres hacer es tocar, pero ¿no puedes ver lo que está pasando?
Ya no se trata de ti,
Ya no se trata de ti.
Ya no se trata de ti,
Ya no se trata de ti.
Ya no se trata de ti,
Ya no se trata de ti.
Y así se quedó tocando en casa hasta que la quemaron.
Y cuando no tuvo banco para sentarse, simplemente se sentaba en el suelo.
Y cuando sostuvo a su amigo herido en sus brazos y la muerte estaba por todas partes.
Él dijo,
Ya no se trata de ti,
Ya no se trata de ti.
Ya no se trata de ti,
Ya no se trata de ti.
Ya no se trata de ti,
Ya no se trata de ti.
Oh Madre, podría morir como un héroe y traer gloria a nuestro hogar.
Y ¿qué harías en una casa llena de gloria si tuvieras que vivir allí sola,
Vivir allí sola, vivir allí sola...
Así que prefiero tocar esta canción.
Quiero morir tocando, quiero morir tocando...