It's up to you not to heed the call-up

'N' you must not act the way you were brought up

Who knows the reasons why you have grown up?

Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up?



It's up to you not to heed the call-up

I don't wanna die!

It's up to you not to hear the call-up

I don't wanna kill!



For he who will die

Is he who will kill



Maybe I wanna see the wheatfields

Over Kiev and down to the sea



All the young people down the ages

They gladly marched off to die

Proud city fathers used to watch them

Tears in their eyes



There is a rose that I want to live for

Although, God knows, I may not have met her

There is a dance an' I should be with her

There is a town - unlike any other



It's up to you not to hear the call-up

'N' you must not act the way you were brought up

Who give you work an' why should you do it?

At fifty-five minutes past eleven

There is a rose...



Yeah