Like some people who came back from war
Like some people who came back from the front
They have the fear in the eyes
They have the wrinkle at the front
Like some young old people
They walk with the back bent
They arouse a little pity
They arouse a little pity
Those whom love
Those whom love
Those whom love hurt
Like some people who came back from war
Like some people who came back from afar
To the one who makes nothing
They shout, they shout for having air
I made love, I did, sir
As if they were proud
As if they were happy
Those whom love
Those whom love
Those whom love hurt
Like some people who came back from war
Like some people who came back from their home
They find the fire extinguished
We don't expect them
In front of the cold ashes
Like some dogs, without crying
They lick their wounds
They treat their past
Those whom love
Those whom love
Those whom love hurt
Like some people who came back from war
Like some people who came back from love
They swear, this is the last (time)
For good, forever
They must put away the weapons
They must dry up the tears
They want to die in peace
And that we give them peace.
Those whom love
Those whom love
Those whom love killed, killed