There will be no heartbeat, no heart throb today
Those things are for the flower gardens.
The lead’s in my chest - I am passing away,
It crosses my mind, swift and ardent:

No coming back this time, I’m downed.
Somebody else will set the score.
We had no chance; we had no chance to look around -
And our sons, and our sons must leave for the war.

He thought: “I don’t care. Let all hell just break loose!”
And marched from his trench to the abyss.
I stepped out of mine for the opposite reason -
I cared for the world of survivors.

Before I know, my eyes shut down,
And soon, I will embrace the earth,
We had no chance; we had no chance to turn around -
And our sons, and our sons must leave for the war.

In time for an attack, who is filling my spot?
The coveted bridge, who will reach it?
And deep in my heart, I had wished for that lad
Who hasn’t grown into to his trench coat.

I smiled before I hit the ground.
I know who will set the score
We had no chance; we had no chance to turn around -
And our sons, and our sons must leave for the war.

Explosions have silenced our heartbeat tonight,
But pounded mine with new meaning
That end of me isn’t a final one yet -
It’s somebody else’s beginning.

Before I know my eyes shut down.
I will embrace my earth no more.
We had no chance; we had no chance to turn around -
And our sons, and our sons must leave for the war.