Hombre a tierra (B.S.O. Los juegos del hambre: En llamas) English translation

In these times, it's every man for himself.
Poor is he who waits
Once war begins
Everything destroys, nothing remains.

And that drags along
To the trenches, hand-to-hand combat, man down.
Always proving it to be true
That pain always subtracts
That the pain always remains

And to fight and for the body to endure
And to fight and for the body to endure
And to fight and for the body to endure
And to fight and for the body to endure

If you now see the adverse situation
The first one isn't certain.
If you discover that open door
It is vital to maintain it
And may it always remain open

And to fight and for the body to endure
And to fight and for the body to endure
And fight until everything burns
And to fight and for the body to endure
And to fight and for the body to endure
And fight until everything burns
Until the body gives out
Until everything burns
Until the body gives out
Until the body gives out