For all the tank corps soldiers with their sooted faces
Who survived all the enemy fire and gruelling fighting,
For all the sailors who attacked the ports,

Their eyes caked heavy with salt from the seas.

Chorus:


I promise you - my little girl,
That this should be the last war.


For the pilots who broke through the deadly battle
And burnt in rocket fire and anti-aircraft guns,

For the paratroopers who are amid lead and smoke,
We saw you like angels in the sky


Chorus:

I promise you - my little girl,

That this should be the last war.

For the artillerymen who, in the hailstorm of mortars

Stood like a pillar of fire along the frontline,
For the medics [and] doctors who, with all their soul and strength
Restored breath and life itself, returning blood.


Chorus:


I promise you - my little girl,
That this should be the last war.


For the signalmen whose voice cut through the nights,
For all the forces and women soldiers,
For all the fathers who went into battle

And want to return home to you...

Chorus:


I promise you - my little girl,
That this should be the last war.