I wish the war was on I know this sounds strange to you I miss the war-time life Anything could happen then: Around a corner, behind a door I miss the canon fire I miss the air strikes at night Down on the basement floor We held each other tight It rained plaster, it rained gla** We held on for our life I wish the war was on
I know this sounds strange to you My poor crippled con My sad one-legged Jew I see what it's done to you I wish the war was on We really worked together then Do you remember when You held the horse, I slit his throat The blood ran, melting the snow? When the meat was carved The children screamed And the women cheered