Come on, I did not make it
It drives me hot and cold
One morning I was aimed at
And shot by a Firing squad...

My path so odd and wicked
Would take me down to hell...
I know the one who did it
But not supposed to tell

Praise my commander - he almost got me saved
But someone else insisted all the same
No one could help-and that was all my Fate...
But there was a guy who did not aim

My star was falling rapid
Much earlier, in fact
I got a German captive
But could not bring him back

So commissar Souetin
A strange and restless guy
All picked up with his pencil
and put me on his file

After a while he pulled it out and showed it in
All his material, whatever he could find
It was all done. I lost my chance to be
But there was s guy, who did not fire

The hand fell down after
The stupid Order “Shoot!”
My pass to go down - under
To leave this world for good

But hear: - Call he doctors!
- The bastard - still alive
- Yet, by the book of codes,
You can not shoot him twice!

My poor doctor was amazed - he clicked his tongue
So many Bullets - and As he had them Picked
I was delirious, was calling for the guy
The guy, the one who did not shoot at me

My wounds - I did not heal them
I licked them like a dog,
In hospitals was given
Extreme respect by all,

I had so much affection
with female nursing staff
- You, under-fired patient,
Another shot is up!

To the Crimea where my battalion was
I sent glucose. I tried to make it sweet...
To make a sweeter living for the bloke
The bloke, the one - who did not shoot at me

So having tea and coffee
(And sometimes alcohol)
My life - I have not lost it
I just went on and on

I met my head commander
- Now fight! - That’s what I’m told
- How come, you’re still around?
- That’s not my bloody fault!

I was so happy, but by the stump I sat
I blamed my fate and like a dog I squealed
A German sniper took me to the end
He killed the guy who did not shoot at me