Just one kiss for luck,
I am going to the front today.
All the bullets I will duck,
I plan to come home next may.
The war I will fight,
every day, every night.
Looking down my gun barrel,
the enemy is in sight.
I do not want to kill,
I've had my fill.
I feel all alone,
I want to go home.
I need another Kiss,
my luck is running out.
I hear all the wounded
scream and shout.
It's April now,
not so long to go.
Try to keep my head,
I go with the flow.
May in now here,
I will see you soon my dear.
The General said to his dismay,
a lot of our friends will have to stay.
I really hope this war will end,
many cards I will have to send.
Alas I am home sweet home now,
to those that stayed, I do bow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem