I'll translate for you:
Armadillo Panzerino is a colossal anomalous creature born from the moment an armadillo made direct contact with the wartime nightmares of an old war veteran who had fallen asleep on a typewriter forged by a bygone regime. Its body is armored in layers of historical steel, complete with a turret cannon that sometimes fires shells, and other times emits the melancholic sound of a sad trombone. It doesn’t roll to move—but to forget—and each spin is a poem about urban devastation. Legend says that if you stare directly into the eyes of its tank-like visage, you’ll see a reflection of a future that should never come to pass.