ARTILLERÍA
GUNNER, FRIEND AND PARTNER
I
"What will be dear father,
That roar that shudders,
That underlies, that deafens,
And what is full of fear?
It's not a volcano ... it's not thunder either
Nor is the sea rough
Nor the telluric groan
Of an evil tremor "
II
What you hear my son,
Is the tender melody
Of artillery cannons
That greets the future;
It is the hymn of the gods
They are clarines of the warrior,
The Gunner's Prayer
And banner of its existence.
III
You don't understand about those things
It is better that I tell you
Everything that one feels
With pride and emotion;
Because who wears the badge
From the crisscross canyon
He is an example of a soldier,
Of patriotic love and conviction
IV
Blood runs in his veins
With the fire of volcanoes;
His ancestors are titans
That exalt the value,
In his black and red emblem
The nobility is eternal
Loyalty, rebellion
The courage and the honor
V
His soul is noble and Christian,
Well from a soft hermitage
Santa Barbara Vendita
I extend your blessing;
From her he receives advice,
Of courage she inflames him
When the lightning and the spark
They are burps from the cannon
SAW
It is here who pleasant
Coexists with gunpowder,
And with mysticism he receives
The christening of honor;
It is like this who suddenly
Becomes a bohemian
And receive as a prize
The diadem of love
IX
When you see with nostalgia
That the murix of the fire
It withers and then loses
The lush youth
When you feel that the forces
They are already abandoning you
And they also deny him
Defend our inheritance.
X
Where are the gods and heroes
Many of them have departed
Well life have extinguished
At the foot of its canyon;
They already left this world
Receiving in tribute
The hosting permit
In the celic mansion ...
XI
How much is the gunner worth
Your loyalty is admissible,
Its existence is ineffable
And it is unmatched;
Everyone shouts in chorus;
Gunner, gentleman,
Loyal friend and companion
Of the soldier and the cannon.