It's up to you not to heed the call-up
'N' you must not act the way you were brought up
Who knows the reasons why you have grown up
Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up
It's up to you not to heed the call-up
I don't wanna die!
It's up to you to hear the call-up
I don't wanna kill
For he who will die is he who will kill
Maybe I wanna see the wheatfields
Over Kiev and down to the sea
All the young people down the ages
They gladly marched off to die
Proud city fathers used to watch them
Tears in their eyes
There is a rose that I want to live for
Although, God knows, I may not have met her
There is a dance an' I should be with her
There is a town unlike any other
It's up to you not to hear the call-up
'N' you must not act the way you were brought up
Who give you work an' why should you do it?
At fifty five minutes past eleven
There is a rose...
Yeah
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