Oh, you - way Немецкий


Oh her way
bleak, endlessly,
Day and night of rain,
gives us front-escort.
Brother has you,
what we blooming tomorrow?
If not our lives,
tomorrow burns up?
Mud ruled in all the way
We wade, we spade,
All around, smoke and fire rain,
the war dog's barking
Oh her ways
desolate, far snow,
Day and night, the coldness,
gives us front-escort.
Tanks roll,
hoer the Ravens shrine,
dying is your brother,
to the path Rain.
Fighting for the land of the fathers,
for hammer and sickle,
He died here by one to blame,
from Nazi Germany
Oh her ways
desolate, all the time
where the war fire blazes,
poison's only death and suffering.
Bloody tears,
fall in the sand,
bloody tears crying,
our mothers in Land.1967