Pravda

The mud I lie in As frozen as the air I'm breathing Cold wind is blowing Dragging forth the sound of soldiers screaming The wounds on my chest Outbombed Russia's destined to rest I am the last Awaiting the next bomb the sky will cast! Roll out it's time To break the enemy's spine We crack their shells and crush their will For Uncle Stalin we will kill! Roll out it's time To break the enemy's spine We'll take their breath, assure their death For they'll feel the Red Army's steel WRATH! To free the land of their command We won't let you down my friend Our tracks will roll and crush their souls Fire in the hole Germans approaching I hear their dreadful engines roaring My fists are clenching Fearful for my life I'm begging In blood I'm drowning From cold and dread my body's trembling Over, I'm leaning Gruesome murder, I am seeing DEATH! Roll out it's time To break the enemy's spine We crack their shells and crush their will For Uncle Stalin we will kill! Roll out it's time To break the enemy's spine We'll take their breath, assure their death For they'll feel the Red Army's steel WRATH! Run away! It's my only chance to escape the enemy Run away! I will leave the trench to get out of their way Run away! Circle through the minefield I won't die in vain Run away! Hoping I can dodge the bombs that fall my way Run away!