The frontier with Pakistan, Turkey or somewhere:
Here lies the neutral zone - bushes to the right,
Our platoon of border guards, and their captain there,
And over on the other side their guys are sitting tight.

And in the middle of the neutral zone
Flowers beautiful have grown.

So the captain’s fiancee’s moving in with him today,
She sweeps in, announcing, "Darling", this and that...
Gotta have at least a bouquet for the fiancee:
What’s a wedding with no flowers, but a drunken frat?

And in the middle of the neutral zone
Flowers beautiful have grown.

To the others’ captain too, just as if they planned it,
Comes his lady love as well, with one goal in sight:
"Darling!" says she (but in Turkish, gotta understand it),
"Let’s get married now", she says, "we’ll marry, and tonight!"

And in the middle of the neutral zone
Flowers beautiful have grown.

Our brave boys the border guards call for volunteers.
Three set out on this mission, the captain leads ‘em through...
How the hell could they have known that the Asians here
Would decide that very night to hit the flowers too?

And in the middle of the neutral zone
Flowers beautiful have grown.

With the scent of blooming flowers dead drunk is the captain,
And the other guys’ commander’s plastered just the same.
Down he fell into the flowers, something Turkish grunting,
And with a Russian cry of "fuck..." down our captain came.

And in the middle of the neutral zone
Flowers beautiful have grown.

And the captain lies dreaming, his face in the flowers,
That they’ve opened all the borders, like the Kremlin door...
He himself could care less for foreign lands or powers -
He just wished to walk on land no one owned before.

Why not? It is no man’s land nobody owns:
It’s a neu-tral zone.

And in the middle of the neutral zone
Flowers beautiful have grown.