Do I hear what I think I´m hearing?
Do I see the signs I think I see?
Or is this just a fantasy?
Is it true that the beast is waking
Stirring in his restless sleep tonight
In the pale moonlight
In the grip of this cold december
You and I have reason to remember

Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
The songs that you and I don´t sing
They blow their horns and march along
They drum their drums and look so strong
You´d think that nothing in the world was wrong
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
The songs that you and I won´t sing
Let´s not look the other way
Taking a chance
´cause if the bugler starts to play
We too must dance

What´s that sound, what´s that dreadful rumble?
Won´t somebody tell me what I hear?
In the distance but drawing near
Is it only a storm approaching?
All that thunder and the blinding light
In the winter night
In the grip of this cold december
You and I have reason to remember

Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
The songs that you and I don´t sing
They blow their horns and march along
They drum their drums and look so strong
You´d think that nothing in the world was wrong
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
The songs that you and I won´t sing
Let´s not look the other way
Taking a chance
´cause if the bugler starts to play
We too must dance

Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
The songs that you and I won´t sing
Let´s not look the other way
Taking a chance
´cause if the bugler starts to play
We too must dance