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