I know that we are young.
And I know you may fight me.
But I just can't war with you like this anymore.
Comandante
He's got both guns
in his holster
And he won't aim at you,
Won't aim at you
He hides true war
En su bolsillo.
He's got a halo 'around her finger.
Around you.
You know that I hate you boy.
Cold like Germany, rejoice.
At this point I gotta choose,
nothing to loose.
Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Comandante
I'm not your Krieg.
I'm not your Krieg, Teniente.
Don't wanna Blitz, don't wanna Krieg
Just smoke my cigarrette and hush.
Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Sargento
Comandante.
Comandante.
Coman-coman-dante
Coman-coman-dante