|Original||Traduzione letterale inglese della versione tedesca di Bettina...|
|UNIVERSAL SOLDIER||THE WRITING ON THE WALL (UNIVERSAL SOLDIER)|
|He's five foot-two, and he's six feet-four,|
He fights with missiles and with spears.
He's all of thirty-one, and he's only seventeen,
Been a soldier for a thousand years.
|Every country has its sons make a pledge to the field of honor|
With a gun and a helmet and a proud uniform.
And in the vocabulary of a soldier the loud-spoken "No" is missing,
Because that word is not in line with the combative norm.
|He's a a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain,|
A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew.
And he knows he shouldn't kill,
And he knows he always will,
Kill you for me my friend and me for you.
|One died for Adolf Hitler and the German Fatherland,|
And America had them dying in Vietnam.
The one who suspired Stalin's name remains unknown until today.
They all died for some program.
|And he's fighting for Canada,|
He's fighting for France,
He's fighting for the USA,
And he's fighting for the Russians,
And he's fighting for Japan,
And he thinks we'll put an end to war this way.
|One fought in the name of Christ, one is fighting for Muhammad|
And slogans are substituting brains.
One is killing for ideas he doesn't even understand.
Is he blind? Doesn't he see the writing on the wall?
|And he's fighting for Democracy,|
He's fighting for the Reds,
He says it's for the peace of all.
He's the one who must decide,
Who's to live and who's to die,
And he never sees the writing on the wall.
|At the monument for the heroes no dead man has ever cried,|
A fallen soldier doesn't know a victory.
Be they black, yellow, red or white, one thing united them:
Each one of them died for their rulers in war.
|But without him,|
How would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau?
Without him Caesar would have stood alone,
He's the one who gives his body
As a weapon of the war,
And without him all this killing can't go on.
|A soldier is also a father, somebody's son and somebody's husband,|
Loves his mother, loves his wife and loves his kid.
It is madness, that a lover can also kill people,
Who are lovers just like him.
|He's the Universal Soldier and he really is to blame,|
His orders come from far away no more,
They come from here and there and you and me,
And brothers can't you see,
This is not the way we put the end to war.
|If soldiers would fraternize with a thousandfold "No"|
And they'd reach out to each other over the trenches,
Then life on earth could finally become humane,
And the writing on the wall would not be needed anymore.