The war monument is still standing between two football fields
With the names of the men that were killed on the battle fields
They were center forwards, keepers and backs
Who thought they would win ...

It's a family tradition to play in a football team
I have nephews, dumb but tall, who, still foetus, kicked the ball
I've got flat feet, my knees are weak
They all thought it was time to start my
J.O.S. days, my J.O.S. days

The last war in this country the fighting lasted four days
Between the names on this list I see one name again
He had my age and my first name
He thought he would win like in his
J.O.S days, his J.O.S. days

They had too many boys who wanted to be in a team
So one day, in one match you had to prove your ability
I was knocked out, a real disgrace
A break with the family tradition in my
J.O.S. days, my J.O.S. days

I can live without a finger
And I can live without a toe
But a head is necessary ...

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