It's up to you not to heed the call up N you must not act the way you were brought up Who knows the reasons why you have grown up Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up It's up to you not to heed the call up I don't wanna die It's up to you not to hear the call up I don't wanna kill For he who will die Is he who will kill Maybe I wanna see the wheatfields Over Kiev and down to the sea It's up to you not to heed the call up I don't wanna die It's up to you not to hear the call up I don't wanna kill All the young people down the ages They gladly marched off to die Proud city fathers used to watch them Tears in their eyes It's up to you not to heed the call up I don't wanna die It's up to you not to hear the call up I don't wanna kill For he who will die Is he who will kill There is a rose that I want to live for Although God knows I may not have met her There is a dance an' I should be with her There is a town unlike any other It's up to you not to hear the call up N you must not act the way you were brought up Who give you work an' why should you do it At fifty five minutes past eleven There is a rose Yeah It's up to you not to hear the call up It's up to you not to heed the call up I don't wanna die I don't wanna die