Golden Shoulders Golden Soldiers
Pull on your boots and stand up straight
Get back in bed and sleep too late
The battlefield will go unstained
By phantom tanks and wrecks of planes
If no one cares
Then no one fights
Then no one falls from brutal heights
Into the camps of enemies
With whom they somewhat disagree
Golden soldiers
Is it worth the fight
And worth the pain
To lose your right to complain?
The marksmen try their best to miss
Their targets will be glad for this
The sad ones stay in sad platoons
They'll leave behind the trenches soon
The trenches put to better use
By planting seeds that will produce
Vine trees carved with initials of
The lucky ones who fall in love
Golden soldiers
Ignore the alarm
And your ?
Is it worth the fight
And worth the pain
To lose your right to complain?
Surrender is a a noble end
For fights with nothing to defend
And there won't be reason for the fight
When soldiers of the world unite
