Lásko! [English translation]

Some leftovers for rats in the G.I. can,

love letters and a game of cards.

Before the long march, we take off boots from our sweaty feet,

and then we dream under the blankets, as we masturbate.

[Ref.]

My love!

Lock yourself inside the room

My love!

The War is my girlfriend,

when we make love together, trying to pass the time of night.

My love!

Sunshine on your hand-fan

My love!

Two cherries on the plate, I'm going to give to you

When I come back one day.

Nearly twenty years old, a badge on the beret

with the smile of adults, we take out a cigarette.

A loaded Parabella [1] hanging on the belt,

we sing a marching song - few meters from a whorehouse.

[Ref.]

My love!

Lock yourself inside the room

My love!

The War is my girlfriend,

when we make love together, trying to pass the time of night.

My love!

Sunshine on your hand-fan

My love!

Two cherries on the plate, I'm going to give to you

When I come back one day.

Some leftovers for rats and an ammunition box,

latrine with inscriptions, that are not for ladies' eyes.

There is no time for sleep, the Death is crushing our fingers,

before we pass out on our bunks, wasted.

[Ref.]

My love!

Lock yourself inside the room

My love!

The War is my girlfriend,

when we make love together, trying to pass the time of night.

My love!

Sunshine on your hand-fan

My love!

Two cherries on the plate, I'm going to give to you

When I come back one day.

Forward March!

[Ref.]

My love!

Lock yourself inside the room

My love!

The War is my girlfriend,

when we make love together, trying to pass the time of night.

My love!

Sunshine on your hand-fan

My love!

Two cherries on the plate, I'm going to give to you

When I come back one day....?