My Beloved Pinup (English version)

My Beloved Pinup

The pinups, beautiful desired women

They arose in tears and war time

When were imposed a sad reality to men

Go to the front without know if alive they would return.

They were cute, graceful, big breasts

Their clothes were tigh and well fit

Showing always a little bit of desire

They aided keep life where death were reality

Pinups carried out dream and hope

In a world of crash and explosion

Moments of calm and illusion.

There are pinups still today

I had mine, in flesh, blood and bone

Enchanting, bright, cute and well done.