Battalions of Strangers Songtext
von John Watts

The map has gone
It′s burning in the afternoon
The smell's so strong
No chance to drift away
Gold medallions
For those proud men in kahki
Those battalions of strangers
Those battalions of strangers
No one wants to lead the way
Be the first death of the day
Leave his family behind
It must all be in the minds
Of battalions of strangers
Those battalions of strangers


The sound of guns
Has given way to children′s cries
The war goes on
The black smoke and the hordes of flies
Gold medallions
For the citizens who stand and wait
Those battalions of strangers
Those battalions of strangers

No one wants to lead the way
Be the first death of the day
Leave his family behind
It must all be in the minds of
Of battalions of strangers
Those battalions of strangers
Those battalions of strangers

The voice of calm
From Moscow to the Pentagon
Sound the alarm
And try to back the better one
Gold medallions
For the men who must negotiate
Those battalions of strangers
Those battalions of strangers


No one wants to lead the way
Be the first death of the day
Leave his family behind
It must all be in the mind
Of battalions of strangers
Those battalions of strangers