- cifra   
  
      
   The day is coming,
 
 The drums are drumming
 
 If you know one, say a prayer
 
  
  There's mothers crying,
 
 Fathers sighin, uh hum
 
 War is in the air
  
 
 The trains are filling up with boys
 
 Who left behind their favorite toys
  
 
 They´re going over there, over there
 
 Where someone has to die
  
 
 Over there, over there
 
 Where ours is not to reason why
 
 Over there, over there
 
 Where someone has to die