Maybe you never wanted to be a king
Or some executive as well
Maybe you've dreamed about some ordinary thing
When blue paper sent you to hell
Maybe you thought about finishing school
Getting a job and some nice car
But olive uniform blew it away
And normal life seems so far
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Army of kids saves the nation
Marching to glory and disintegration
Father will get a national flag
Wheelchair brigade with the names on the tag
After so many humiliations
After so many coffins of steel
After the landmine and dum dum bullets
You're not a man but big gun's meal
The righteous fight is now long gone
No one remembers that epical war
Invented medals and patriotism
For crippled army silent and poor
Chorus