His name was Ivan, he was a vatnik

With winter camo on his chest and a chinese knockoff vest

He would dig trenches and drink the vodka

And while he tried to stay alive

They would still make Ivan drive

Across the shell marked floor, the guns would daily score

They were young and they had each their orders

Who could ask for more?

At the copa (co) Cope cage cabana (Cope cage cabana)

The hottest spot east of Havana (here)

At the copa (co) Cope cage cabana

Himars and drones and no radios (use phones)

At the copa they fell in love