I will desert

Mr. President I am writing you a letter That you can read If you have time I just received My military papers Going to war Before Wednesday night Mr. President I don't want to kill people I don't have it with you But I have decided and that I will desert I will go to the streets of Italy, Germany, France and I will shout Not to leave and not to obey, To go and die, for whom? And I will sing louder: Don't go to war refuse to kill And if they tell you that blood is necessary... Let them go and donate theirs. I've had nothing but trouble since I was born And the children I raised have cried with me My mother and father are now underground And they don't care about war When I was a prisoner someone stole My past my best age. Tomorrow I'll get up and close the door And I'll leave And I'll sing louder: Don't go to war Refuse to kill And if they tell you that blood is necessary... Let them go and donate theirs. And if they come looking for me they can even shoot me Because I HAVE NO GUNS, I HAVE NO GUNS.