À l'est de Java

The squadron flies over
The island of Krakatoa
Everything will end here
East of Java
A first mission
Bomb the city
The terrible operation
Of routine
There will be
There will be no survivors
Just the smoke
Just the smoke on the volcano
The girls on the beach
Don't pay attention
To the first sirens
Made by all the planes
The pilots in order
Attack mercilessly
It's in the flames
That they make everything explode
From all sides
From all sides it's the battle
No mercy
No mercy for the scoundrels
The fighters strafe
Anything that moves
Women and children
Will leave the red sand
And when the three girls
Open their big eyes
It will be too late
Because the whole island is on fire
The three boys
The three boys will forget them
And the three girls
And the three girls will escape