There has been protests of all kinds
But there's always room for one more
This is a song about soldiers
Who, with weapons, had to protest
I don't mean to sow discord by song
I've had enough of that
But it breaks an old soldier's heart
When the youth sing us songs of ridicule
Now they sing how childish it is
When grown men crawl on the dirt
But what can you do when bombs plow the earth?
And the echoes of cannons fill the air
We crawled like little children
And dragged our weapons along
And in our cries, often filled with fear
We cried for our mothers
But whatever, we agree
War shall never return
But against our wishes
strange forces march war into our fates
If you can make better,
this world battered by war
We won't stand against your wishes
when you handle this matter so important
You don't know of those below the dirt
We knew each of them
And with them once on the front
We made a pact, lasting a lifetime
But lifetime, as it came to them
It ended in a silent protest
We, who stayed,
will soon be quiet, will once fall silent
So think, youth, for a moment
You might not be able to protest
If we, old soldiers
Wouldn't have protested for you