It's up to you not to heed the call-up    'N' you must not act the way you were brought up    Who knows the reasons why you have grown up    Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up    It's up to you not to heed the call-up    I don't wanna die!    It's up to you to hear the call-up    I don't wanna kill    For he who will die is he who will kill    Maybe I wanna see the wheatfields    Over Kiev and down to the sea    All the young people down the ages    They gladly marched off to die    Proud city fathers used to watch them    Tears in their eyes    There is a rose that I want to live for    Although, God knows, I may not have met her    There is a dance an' I should be with her    There is a town unlike any other    It's up to you not to hear the call-up    'N' you must not act the way you were brought up    Who give you work an' why should you do it?    At fifty five minutes past eleven    There is a rose….Yeah