Commandant's Orders Songtext
von Tankist

Our path of arrival
Was lost before sunrise
Can′t see the trudger ahead
Can't hear the marcher behind

Rocks collapsed to bury two brothers
Commandant charges, Reform your row
Pohuy ′bout Vova, didn't know the other
Sleeping their last now. The Sun is low
Orders that won't give us time for grief
Those who stand will not need to eat
Even taking heat, we freeze to the marrow
If typhus doesn′t take, we′ll toil tomorrow

Mongrels! Zek wretches! March


What little there is in his pockets I thief
Few matches, stubs and... Dig no grave
Deceased so tranquil stare in relief
May the dead rest. It's time to slave
The snow glows grim in the red twilight
March to the barracks until there is light
Each day from home we′re more in dire
The road by each night is longer than prior

У кого сила, тот и прав

From the empty farmlands
The longest roads begin
Where homes are lost forever
Where waters run still

Below these roads the makers
Hands that ground in cold
Orders of commandants
And skins frozen on bones