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THE BOOTS

THE BOOTS

Poems by: Rudyard Kipling
Translated by: Agron Shala

We march - we roll - we roll - we roll - we roll across Africa
We march - march - march - march - march across Africa
(Boots – boots – boots – boots – moving up and down again!)
There is no way out in the war!

Seven – six – eleven – five – twenty – and – nine miles today –
Four – eleven – seventeen – thirty – two a day ago
(Boots – boots – boots – boots – moving up and down again!)
There is no way out in the war!


Don't - don't - don't - don't - look at what's in front of you.
(Boots – boots – boots – boots – moving up and down again);
Men - men - men - men - go crazy watching them,
And there is no way out in the war!

Count – count – count – count – the bullets in the cartridge.
If - your - eyes - close - they will trample you!
(Boots – boots – boots – boots – moving up and down again)
There is no way out in the war!

We - can - withstand - hunger, thirst and fatigue,
But—no—no—no—not the constant view of those—
Boots – boots – boots – boots – moving up and down again,
And there is no way out in the war!

Not - is - so - bad - day because of society,
But the night - brings - long - and endless strings
Boots – boots – boots – boots – moving up and down again
And there is no way out in the war!

I - have - marched - six - weeks in Hell and of this I testify
It's not - it's - about - fire - devil, hell or anything else,
But for boots – boots – boots – boots – moving up and down again,
And there is no way out in the war!

Try – try – try – try – something else to think –
Oh – my – God – help me – that I don't go mad!
(Boots – boots – boots – boots – moving up and down again!)
There is no way out in the war!