Traditional, 'In The Field Tanks Roared'

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In The Field Tanks Roared

In the field tanks roared,
Soldiers went into their last battle,
And they carried off the young commander
Shot through the head
And they carried off the young commander
Shot through the head

An ingot of iron struck the tank,
Goodbye our crew.
Four bodies by the tank
Add to the morning landscape
Four bodies by the tank
Add to the morning landscape

The machine is embraced by flame,
Just about ripping open the unit,
And the boys so wanted to live
But they don't have the strength to get out
And the boys so wanted to live
But they don't have the strength to get out

They will pull us out from under the scrap metal,
Our carcasses smoke in their arms.
And the volleys of the mainguns
See us off on our final journey
And the volleys of the mainguns
See us off on our final journey

And here telegrams will fly,
Informing relatives and close friends,
That your son will not return
And won't come to visit
That your son will not return
And won't come to visit

In the corner the old mother begins to cry,
The old father brushes away a tear,
And the young girl won't learn,
How the young fellow died
And the young girl won't learn,
How the young fellow died.

And a picture will gather dust,
On a shelf full of yellowed books,
In a military uniform with shoulderboards
And to her he isn't a groom anymore
In a military uniform with shoulderboards
And to her he isn't a groom anymore.

Traditional Russian song

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