歌词
20 years old
David was called up.
A chance for him to become a real man.
Dressed in a uniform, with a machine-gun in his hands went to the firing place with his new mates.
Entrenching, obstacle race were not difficult for
David to do.
He was a perfectly fit boy.
But then it was time to play with fire.
Something he couldn't cope with.
Throwing the hand-grenade wasn't quite simple.
He delayed too long.
It exploded in his hands.
David got torn apart.
There was nothing left of him.
Ground not mingled with
David's intestines.