In Germany Before The War There was a man who owned a store In nineteen hundred thirty-four In Dusseldorf And every night at fine-o-nine He'd cross the
In Germany before the war There was a man who owned a store In nineteen hundred thirty four In Dusseldorf And every night at five o nine He'd cross the
Oh, woe be to the orders That marched my love away And woe be to the bitter tears I shed upon this day And woe be to the bloody wars Of high Germany
Пераклад: Рэндзі Ньюман. У Нямеччыне да вайны.
Пераклад: Невядома. Вайны Германіі.
War is coming In the name of the cross The priests are calling In the name of god Thousands of knights On their way to middle east Are marching on To
I disposed of my sins On my doings and torments Don't know what I want Where the deep water flows The surface crumbles in pieces The light shines as
I was born in blasphemy Was born in hell Was born in cruelty Was born in bloody spell The resurrection of Satan Cannot be done Instead of that he sent
Trommelfeuer You lay in disgust Looking around Like a moonscape Cold and dead Don't burst silence The gunshot to hear Then they start crying And now
In the east over 70 years Drew wicked winter storm That the city in a distant land Will never be known Her name is strange to us Nobody takes notice
I like girls in uniform They make me sick Communists just wanna get fucked Or maybe get rich Wingate is their instrument Of their force They still know