Toca ya el clarín (en ingle)

He plays the trumpet and
Just for me
Does not change the time ...
Remember well what I was.

I can not go
Since starting nose
In my heart,
all is loneliness

I am a soldier, wounded
and I leave
It ended here
keep me or let me die.

He plays the trumpet and,
all the same to me,
There is not a path
take me somewhere.

Without light, I'm afraid
of despair, giving up
and finally not to continue.

And from there,
high in the distance,
a voice within, remember your truth.

If you miss today
you is your strength.
Take your courage,
remember your truth.

There is a soldier in you
fighting in the battle
for freedom.

That is your truth.