Every term is over nowdays,
And by the prison’s central door,
That is nailed and shut, the note says:
"Everybody’s gone to war."
We are pardoned for our sins and crimes.
Cuz that’s the way our nation works:
When the Motherland falls on hard times,
Everybody goes to war!
It’s a good deal, if you’re loved by God
Each sentence year counts for four!
We’re now equal with our former guards:
Everybody’s off to war.
Our warden never had a heart,
Always arrogant and sore,
With his arrogance and soul cross-barred,
He was also sent to war.
And for that he wasn’t suited.
Not so brave without his goons!
One day he was executed
For a self-inflicted wound.
Afterwards, all scores were settled,
And rewards to us were tossed:
Those who stayed alive - the medals,
And those that died - the wooden cross.
And another wave of prisoners
Can read now by the doors
Our note, under glass preserved:
“Everybody’s gone to war."