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Tomorrow evening I will write to my mother
That I don't want to go back
I'm too well I tell her
Make the bed only for Christmas, star in the sky
I don't want to go back anyway
For what I have to do, I'm in the military. to the powder keg
It bothers me a little to tell the truth
Because it's Sunday evening, but we can't relax
The Russians may arrive
Every hour, every hour, and if they take away our weapons
'Ah dirty people'
How do we wage war, tell me with sticks?
But
io
non
lo
so,
io
I cry
e
enough
Tomorrow there is shooting practice with the cannon
Let's fire shots that can reach
All the way to Japan, but you can't try it
You can't ² being around shooting
We're not the Americans
That they can shoot the Indians
Duck the Indians, we're not the Americans
That they can shoot the Indians
/>Duck the Indians, we're not Americans
They can shoot the Indians
Duck the Indians