Stari vojak [English translation]

I get paid every Monday

I'm not a soldier anymore

I fill up my pockets with coins

Oh my, it's so heavy

Not everyone is wealthy

But I am, me, an old soldier

On Tuesday I go to the city

To meet my drinking pals

To find myself a lady

Young and sweet lady

Not everyone can love

But I can, me, an old soldier

On Friday I'm stuck in the city

I want someone to buy me a beer

All of my friends are broke

Bartender says: "Get lost, you faggot!"

I beat him, as anyone would

Me, an old soldier

On Sunday I sleep in the park

When everyone goes to the church

I sit here and I'm hungry

I can't pray

And there's no place for me in heaven

I'm an old, canned soldier

Recruits, use your brain

Stay away from army

It's still better to just die

Than suffer long hours in forces

And be away for thirty years

Just like me, and old sodier