Testo JOS days

The war monument is still satnding

between two footballfields

with the names of the men killed on the battlefields

They were center forwards, keepers and backs
They thought they would win



It's a family tradition

to play in a football team

I have nephews, dumb but tall

who, still fetus, kicked the ball

I;ve got flat feet and my knees are weak

They all thought it was time to start my J.O.S. days


J.O.S. days



The last war in this country

The fighting lasted four days

Between the names on this list I see one name again

He had my age and my first name

He thought he would win like in his J.O.S. days



J.O.S. days



They had to many boys

who wanted to be in a team

So in one day in one match

you had to prove your ability

I was knocked out a real disgrace

A break with the family tradition of the J.O.S. days



J.O.S. days



I can live without a finger

I can live without a toe

But the head is necessary