In English: Whether it storms or snows, or the sun smiles on us, The day burning hot, or the icy cold of night. Dusty are our faces, but happy is our mind, yes, our mind. Then roar our tanks in the storms wind. With thundering engines, as fast as lightning, Towards the enemy, sheltered in the tank, Ahead of our comrades, In the fight all alone, yes all alone. So we push deep into the enemy lines! When before us a hostile tank appears, Full throttle is given and we close with the enemy. What does our life matter but for the Reichs army? Yes, Reichs army. To die for Germany is our highest honor. With obstacles and mines the foe blocks our path, We laugh about it and dont drive upon them. And the threat of cannons that are hidden in the yellow sand, yes, yellow sand We search for ways, that no one else found. And if we are abandoned by treacherous luck, And if we dont return home again, If deaths bullet finds us, and fate calls us away, yes, us away. Then our tank shall become an honorable grave! https://youtube/watch?v=YPzTGx96P6U
Posted on: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 09:48:36 +0000
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