It's up to you not to heed the call up
And you must not act the way you were brought up
Who knows the reason why you have grown up?
Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up?
It's up to you not to hear the call up
I don't wanna die
It's up to you not 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 wheat fields
Over Kiev and down to the sea
It's up to you not to hear the call up
I don't wanna die
It's up to you not to hear the call up
I don't wanna kill
All the young people down the ages
They gladly marched off to die
Proud city fathers used to watch them
Tears in their eyes
It's up to you not to hear the call up
I don't wanna die
It's up to you not to hear the call up
I don't wanna kill
For he who will die
Is he who will kill

There is a rose that I want to live for
Although God knows, I may not have met her
There is a dance and I should be with her
There is a town unlike any other
It's up to you not to hear the call up
You must not act the way you were brought up
Who gives you work and why should you do it?
At fifty-five minutes past eleven,There is a rose
It's up to you not to hear the call up
It's up to you not to hear the call up
Don't wanna die(Don't wanna die)
There is a rose that I want to live for
It's up to you not to hear the call up