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The Moorsoldaten - Немецкий
Wherever the eye can wander and marshes only around.
Birds sing for me, oaks are bare and crooked.
Here in this desolate heath, the camp is set up.
Where we far from any joy tucked behind barbed wire.
We are the bog soldiers, Marching to the moor with a spade.
We are the bog soldiers, Marching to the moor with a spade.
In the morning draw the columns back into the swamp to work.
Digging in the fire of the sun, but to freedom in the mood.
Homeward, homeward, everyone longs to the parents, wife and children,
Some breast dehnet a sigh because we are trapped here.
We are the bog soldiers And we move on to the moor with a spade.
We are the bog soldiers, Marching to the moor with a spade.
go up and down the post, no, nobody can pass.
Escape will cost only life, often wire fence the fort.
But for us there is no complaining, forever may it not be winter.
Once are glad we say freedom you're mine.
Then the peat bog soldiers never zieh'n more with our spades to the moor
Then the peat bog soldiers never zieh'n more with our spades to the moor