Golden Soldiers

Pull on your boots
 And stand up straight
 Get back in bed
 And sleep in too late.
 The battle field will go unstained
 By phantom tanks and wrecks of planes
 If no one cares
 Then no one fights
 And no one falls from brutal heights
 Into the camps of enemies
 With whom they somewhat disagree
 Golden soldiers
 Ignore the alarm
 And your shoulders ache
 Lay down your arms
 Is it worth the fight
 And worth the pain
 To lose your right to complain.
 Let marksmen try their best to miss
 Their targets will be glad for this
 The sad ones stay in sad platoons
 They'll leave behind the trenches soon
 The trench is put to better use
 By planting seeds that will produce
 Vine trees carved with initials of
 The lucky ones who fall in love.
 Golden soldiers
 Ignore the alarm
 And your shoulders ache
 Lay down your arms
 Is it worth the fight
 And worth the pain
 To lose your right to complain.
 Surrender is a noble end
 For fights with nothing to defend
 And there won't be reason for the fight
 When soldiers of the world unite