For the Country - Einar Stray Orchestra

Bullets in the bellies of our babies

Careless cash on useless machines

A military youngster kissed his lady

«good bye, my love, good bye»

«good bye, my love, good bye

I will never see you again

The terrorist will hunt me down

The terrorist will kill your man

See you in heaven, my love

I don’t know why, but I have to

Fire my gun at their hearts

I’m not sure why, but they told me

It is for the country

I guess it’s for the country"