On the border with Turkey or Pakistan, Thereís a neutral zone. On the right by the bushes - Our border guards and our captain. On the left side-their post, And in no-manís land there are Of extraordinary beauty. The captainís lady decided to move in with him, She arrives and says: Darling! This and that... Youíve at least got to give your bride a bouquet - A wedding without flowers is just a drinking party. And in no-manís land there are Flowers of extraordinary beauty. While, just as if on orders, their captainís girl decides To come and live with him-taken by a whim! And also: Darling! she says-in Turkish - Thereíll be a wedding, she says, a wedding and thatís that! And in no-manís land there are Flowers of extraordinary beauty. Our border guards, brave lads - Three volunteered to go with the captain. How were they to know that the Asians had decided That very same night to go after flowers, too. And in no-manís land there are Flowers of extraordinary beauty. Our captainís dead drunk from the smell of flowers, And their captain, heís flat out drunk, too. Heís sprawled in the flowers, grunting in Turkish, And, crying in Russian "motherf", - our captain collapses. And in no-manís land there are Flowers of extraordinary beauty. The captainís asleep and heís dreaming That they opened the border like the Kremlin gates... He didnít need a foreign border worth a damn. He felt like taking a swing around no-manís-land. And why not? The earth belongs to everyone! Itís actually neutral!.. And in no-manís land there are Flowers of extraordinary beauty.
© H. William Tjalsma. Translation, 1982