Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide
Come you masters of war, you that build all the guns You that build the death place, you that build all the guns You that hide behind walls, you that
: Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that
: Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that
suffer Before they die by war-field sacrifice Wipe them out! Burn their homes and fields Feed the wolves with their offspring, annihilate them all! Masters of War
: Come you masters of war, you that build all the guns You that build the death place, you that build all the guns You that hide behind walls, you that
Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that
Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that
(Bob Dylan, arranged by Roger) Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You
Ehi voi Mastri Guerrai voi coi vostri cannoni Con le vostre testate e coi vostri aeroplani Non c'e muro che basti e non c'e scrivania Io vi leggo nella