What are you listening to right now?

There was a time we were at war,
there was a time we were at war,
and every man thought of his loved woman,
or about his wife,
and every man thought of his loved woman,
or about his wife.

And I, of course, could think as well,
and I, of course, could think as well,
as I was looking at my smoking pipe,
watching its blue smoke,
as I was looking at my smoking pipe,
watching its blue smoke.

About the time you lied to me,
about the time you lied to me,
That you gave up your maiden heart
to someone else so long ago,
That you gave up your maiden heart
to someone else so long ago.

But there was nothing on my mind,
but there was nothing on my mind,
And I just smoked my smoking pipe,
with turkish bitter tobacco,
And I just smoked my smoking pipe,
with turkish bitter tobacco.

I just await for one true shot,
I just await for one true shot,
to pacify my inner hurt
and finish off our enmity,
to pacify my inner hurt,
and finish off our enmity...

There'll be a time we'll be at war,
There'll be a time we'll be at war,
And I will charge and face the bullets
riding my black steed,
and I will charge and face the bullets,
riding my black steed.

But seems that death is not for me,
but seems that death is not for me,
And once again my jet black steed
delivers me from fire and flames,
And once again my jet black steed
delivers me from fire and flames...

Not a precise translation, but the meaning should be intact. And that could be the only love song with meaning I'd like.