The Call Up

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

And 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

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

All the young people down the ages

They gladly marched off to die

Proud city father used to watch them

Tears in their eyes

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?

There is a rose, that I want to live for

Although, God knows, I may not have met her

There is a dance and I should be with her

There is a town, unlike any other

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

And you must not act, the way you were brought up

Who gives you work, why should you do it?

At fifty five minutes past eleven, there is a rose

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

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

I don't wanna die

There is a rose, that I want to live for

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