On the Iraqi border, or in in Afghanistan Where sergeant and the boys are guarding our side Lies a valley known just as "no man’s land" And on the other side, the enemy resides And on the field in no-man’s land below The most exquisite flowers grow. The sergeant’s fiance decided to get married Came to him and said "tomorrow, that is all!" We just need one small bouquet, for the bride to carry But without the flowers, no point to rent the hall And on the field in no-man’s land below The most exquisite flowers grow. On that same very night, their captain was surprised To see his love Sabah, come to visit their base And though she spoke in Arabic, you could tell by her eyes That she was getting married, and moving to his place And on the field in no-man’s land below The most exquisite flowers grow. The brave boys and our sergeant, on that night decided To raid on the flowers, down in no man’s land And of course they didn’t know that on the other side In the Arabs’ minds was the very same plan And on the field in no-man’s land below The most exquisite flowers grow. Drunk from the flowers’ smell, was captain Abdullah And just as drunk was our sergeant S. T. Ford Jumping on flowers, he exclaimed "Ya Allah!" And in English our sarge yelled similar words And on the field in no-man’s land below The most exquisite flowers grow. Our sergeant is sleeping, and in his dream The border has dissolved, the war has been won He doesn’t give a fuck, about the new regime He doesn’t need Iraq, or Afghanistan Just no man’s land, just that one thing and A bouquet in his bride’s hands And on the field in no-man’s land below The most exquisite flowers grow.
© Ilya Yakubovich. Translation, 2006