Don't shoot at sparrows, don't shoot at pigeons
Don't shoot at them for fun from your slingshot
Hey little boy, don't shoot and don't brag to others
That you never miss living targets
You've been to every shooting range, you've impressed people
You've received prizes for excellent marksmanship
You were shooting with a smile, without aiming, easily and quickly
And the people around you were saying: "What a lucky guy!"
Don't shoot!
One day his dream came true
He found himself in a combat zone
And when he finally came home
He steered clear of his old shooting range
And when somebody brought up the topic of the war
He drowned his conscience in hard liquor
He could still envision the little guy
Who was begging him for one thing
Don't shoot!