lunes, 5 de julio de 2010

Two Weeks From Twenty - Yellowcard

Los soldados matan... Y los soldados mueren.
Cada año, en todo el mundo,
cientos de vidas se pierden de forma absurda,
haciendo realidad la trama de los video juegos de su juventud,
convirtiendo sus sueños de acción en pesadillas,
pues allí, en el campo de batalla,
el X-Box no les devuelve la vida para jugar de nuevo...

Sus cuerpos son recibidos por sus familiares,
y cubiertos de falsa gloria, tierra, y olvido.

Y todo,
gracias a las guerras que alimentamos todos,
por acción... u omisión.

Los grandes intereses económicos y las drogas
son las locomotoras que mueven las guerras y los bolsillos del mundo,
así como la de este país cocalero.

(Yo sueño con el día que esas egoístas locomotoras se estrellen
y se vuelvan m...)

La ambición de parte de la sociedad,
sumada a la pasividad de otra,
ha dejado que ese diablo crezca
y se nos meta en los tuétanos de la hipocresía...




Jimmy wasn't really popular
He had a couple of friends back home
And sooner or later they're all getting out
so he had to join up alone

He was dreaming of the Ivy League
since he was only three feet tall
And get the hell out of Jersey
and then he would never look back at all


And then you hear'em say
That miles away
We lost another one that we sent with a gun
They're gonna miss him he was two weeks from twenty
and there's still no shame
From the man to blame


Jimmy never had a reason to stay
'cause all the factories shut down
All he had was a line for his name
So he could sign away his right to be proud

He tried to kiss her on the way out the door
She just put her little hand on his face
I don't understand why you're leaving, she said
But I hope your gonna ask me to wait


And then you hear'em say
That miles away
We lost another one that we sent with a gun
His lady miss him he was two weeks from twenty
and there's still no shame
From the man to blame


Jimmy's mother went to Capitol Hill
So she could fill her heart up with joy
Maybe shake a few hands while she's there
and tell them thank you sir for taking my boy


And then you hear'em say
That miles away
We lost another one that we sent with a gun
His mama miss him he was two weeks from twenty
and there's still no shame
From the man to blame

No there's still no shame
and

we're all to blame
(x4)



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