The one who loved battle, he who enjoys war
Stories been told, but none like this before
On their way to the front lines he was found by

The Polish 22nd artillery supply

Nursing him back to strength

With milk from a vodka bottle in hand

A brother in arms, drinking his beers

Smoking and wrestling with his peers
Marching along to the frontier
Enforcing only the upmost revere


Chorus
The smiling warrior, the beast of war

When out of ammo, they send for
A smoking beerdrinking war machine
Artillery supply, his routine


Encountered an enemy spy in the way
From mascote to hero in just one day

The British 8th Army did not agree
Enlisted him as private before taking to sea


Sailing towards the aid of the Allied forces can not be to late
The Battle of Monte Cassino rages on, supplying until dawn


Artillery and mortars were relentlessly pounding the ground
Didn't scare Private Voytek, didn't bother with death around


Through the trenches during the fight
Carrying shells with the speed of light
Through the bloodshed in the shotgun ride

Cruising on the frontlines his head outside

Chorus


The smiling warrior, the soldier bear
Puts down shells everywhere

Not human and no one will care
Corporal Voytek, the Syrian brown bear


Through the trenches during the fight
Carrying shells with the speed of light
Through the bloodshed in the shotgun ride

Cruising on the frontlines his head outside