Idioma Origen:
DO I HEAR
WHAT I THINK
I´M HEARING
DO I SEE THE SIGNS
I THINK I SEE
OR IS THIS
JUST A FANTASY
IS IT TRUE
THAT THE BEAST
IS WAKING
STIRRING IN THIS
RESTLESS SLEEP TONIGHT
IN THE PALE TONIGHT
IN THE GRIP
OF THIS COLD DECEMBER
YOU AND I HAVE
REASON TO REMEMBER
SOLDIERS WRITE THE SONGS
THAT SOLDIERS SING
THE SONGS THAT
YOU AND I DON´T SING
THEY BLOW THEIR HORNS
AND MARCH ALONG
THEY DRUM THEIR DRUMS
AND LOOK SO STRONG
YOU´D THINK THAT
NOTHING IN THE
WORLD WAS WRONG
SOLDIERS WRITE SONGS
THAT SOLDIERS SING
THE SONGS THAT
YOU AND I DON´T SING
LET´S NOT LOOK THE OTHER WAY
TAKING A CHANCE
CAUSE IF THE BUGLER
STARTS TO PLAY
WE TOO MUST DANCE.
WHAT´S THE SOUND
WHAT´S THAT
DREADFUL RUMBLE
WONT´SOMEBODY
TELL ME WHAT I HEAR
IN THE DISTANCE
BUT DRAWING NEAR
IS IT ONLY
A STORM APPROACHING
ALL THAT THUNDER
AND THE BLINDING LIGHT
IN THE WINTER NIGHT
IN THE GRIP
OF THIS COLD DECEMBER
YOU AND I
HAVE REASON
TO REMEMBER
SOLDIERS WRITE THE SONGS
THAT SOLDIERS SING
THE SONGS THAT
YOU AND I DON´T SING
THEY BLOW THEIR HORNS
AND MARCH ALONG
THEY DRUM THEIR DRUMS
AND LOOK SO STRONG
YOU´D THINK THAT
NOTHING IN THE
WORLD WAS WRONG
SOLDIERS WRITE SONGS
THAT SOLDIERS SING
THE SONGS THAT
YOU AND I DON´T SING
LET´S NOT LOOK THE OTHER WAY
TAKING A CHANCE
CAUSE IF THE BUGLER
STARTS TO PLAY
WE TOO MUST DANCE.
Idioma Destino:
DO I HEAR
WHAT I THINK
I´M HEARING
DO I SEE THE SIGNS
I THINK I SEE
OR IS THIS
JUST A FANTASY
IS IT TRUE
THAT THE BEAST
IS WAKING
STIRRING IN THIS
RESTLESS SLEEP TONIGHT
IN THE PALE TONIGHT
IN THE GRIP
OF THIS COLD DECEMBER
YOU AND I HAVE
REASON TO REMEMBER
SOLDIERS WRITE THE SONGS
THAT SOLDIERS SING
THE SONGS THAT
YOU AND I DON´T SING
THEY BLOW THEIR HORNS
AND MARCH ALONG
THEY DRUM THEIR DRUMS
AND LOOK SO STRONG
YOU´D THINK THAT
NOTHING IN THE
WORLD WAS WRONG
SOLDIERS WRITE SONGS
THAT SOLDIERS SING
THE SONGS THAT
YOU AND I DON´T SING
LET´S NOT LOOK THE OTHER WAY
TAKING A CHANCE
CAUSE IF THE BUGLER
STARTS TO PLAY
WE TOO MUST DANCE.
WHAT´S THE SOUND
WHAT´S THAT
DREADFUL RUMBLE
WONT´SOMEBODY
TELL ME WHAT I HEAR
IN THE DISTANCE
BUT DRAWING NEAR
IS IT ONLY
A STORM APPROACHING
ALL THAT THUNDER
AND THE BLINDING LIGHT
IN THE WINTER NIGHT
IN THE GRIP
OF THIS COLD DECEMBER
YOU AND I
HAVE REASON
TO REMEMBER
SOLDIERS WRITE THE SONGS
THAT SOLDIERS SING
THE SONGS THAT
YOU AND I DON´T SING
THEY BLOW THEIR HORNS
AND MARCH ALONG
THEY DRUM THEIR DRUMS
AND LOOK SO STRONG
YOU´D THINK THAT
NOTHING IN THE
WORLD WAS WRONG
SOLDIERS WRITE SONGS
THAT SOLDIERS SING
THE SONGS THAT
YOU AND I DON´T SING
LET´S NOT LOOK THE OTHER WAY
TAKING A CHANCE
CAUSE IF THE BUGLER
STARTS TO PLAY
WE TOO MUST DANCE.