ARTILLERÍA
LAST SAVE
I
Let my mind fill
With experiences from the past
Well, the life of the soldier
They have things that transcend
And memories that last.
What times have passed!
Times of fond memories
Years of old cannons
And of noble gunners
How to get out of the mind
Those old barracks
That challenged the centuries
And they kept so many glories;
How to forget those old men
And dear gunners
Who taught with patience
The steps of disassembly,
Also from the school of piece,
Entry into position,
Aim the base piece,
And then it finally came
The artillery shot:
The piece that already shoots,
Granada on the way
Carrying in its black belly
II
A load of illusions
Of repressed anxieties and
And of challenges without an answer ...
What times have passed!
Times of fond memories
Years of old gunners and noble gunners.
How long living together
With carriages and cannons;
Breathing the same atmosphere
Under one austere roof
Communicant at every moment
With the glory and the joy
Of feeling like a gunner
Projecting into the dawn
The sentry's profile,
And listening on the trumpet
Unspeakable longings
In a thousand musical echoes,
And watch the wind flutter
Our red and black emblem;
And ask from our virgin
Holy Barbara Blessed
Give us its effects
And his protective grace
III
What times have passed!
Times of fond memories,
Years of old cannons
And of noble gunners
Now who have already arrived
At the end of the day
We are suffocated by agony
Of the sad farewell
Farewell to a life
That stays in the canyons
Is to die slowly
And be guilty of anguish
Our eyes no longer have
The tears of other days
But they have the nostalgia
The prompt farewell
Companion and good friend
Very soon we will shoot
Save her for the last time
That has to save forever
Our artillery destiny
So with a steady hand
The gunpowder already prepares,
And pass me the fire thrower
For my last shot;
But watch out soldier
That you moisten your pupils
IV
With spray of emotions
That right is only
Of these old gunners
You stay very calm,
Honor your cannons
Fill the void left
Take the unfinished post
And project yourself to glory;
So who we share
From the threshold beyond the grave
We will keep listening
The victorious thunder
From an artillery cannon.