Джим Моррисон
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The Doors

Wait until the war is over,

And we're both a little older,

The unknown soldier.



Breakfast where the news is read,

Television children fed,

Unborn living, living dead,

Bullet strikes the helmet's head. *



And it's all over

For the unknown soldier.

It's all over

For the unknown soldier, uh hu-uh.



Hut!

Hut!

Hut ho hee up!

Hut!

Hut!

Hut ho hee up!

Hut!

Hut!

Hut ho hee up!

Comp'nee,

Halt!

Free-sent arms! **



Make a grave for the unknown soldier

Nestled in your hollow shoulder,

The unknown soldier.



Breakfast where the news is read,

Television children fed,

Bullet strikes the helmet's head.



And it's all over,

The war is over.

It's all over, war is over.

It's all over, babe!

All over, baby'

All. all over, yeah!

Aah, hah-hah.

All over, all over, babe!

Oh! Oh yeah!

All over, all over!

Ye-e-e-ah...