White culvers fly away
From this burning battlefield
I`m prisoner of my distress
Runner of this reality

This is my last uniform
Hearing disillusions call
From this dropped white flag
From this last years fall

You must fight for it! (2x)

We`re actors of this drama
Hearing the ancestor´ s screams
We`re the rubbish of Golan´ s hill
Wailing Guevara`s broken dreams
We`re the mourning from repressed
We`re history legate
Waiting for throwing down the wall
The wall of Berlin

You must fight for it! (2x)

March or die
If you can believe in peace
March or die
In this ?coffin uniform?
March or die
There`s no reason to be
March or die
You must fight for it!