A small bell rings and a faraway sound gives an answer
bim-bamm
Sunset, the night is coming, a dewdrop is fallin on my hand
bim-bamm
On the dewy bush
A bird goes to sleep
Look, beside it there is a hand
Which grabs a gun, that is so heavy
Both of them lying there, get on well with each other quietly
áá bim-bamm
Sleep more sweetly, dream about something nice in my stead
bim-bamm
On the dewy bush
A bird goes to sleep
But the face next to it
Is calm now, there is no war anymore
A small bell rings and the sound of the cannon answers
bim-bamm
Drive away the dream from it, it can't wait silently from now
On the dewy brush
A boy, like me
A boy sleeps quietly
There is a bullet in his heart.