Over the Mosel, over the Seine, over the Marne storming past the Maginot line. Over the Lippe, over the Claine, over the Vienne so much ground that we have gained.
Through summers’ heat and winters’ frost we trudged on and bore the cost. Past the fields of comrades lost and over the many rivers I’ve crossed.
Over the Rhine, over the Spree, over the Elbe we go east into uncertainty. Over the Oder, over the Bug, over the Vistula, victories fueled by our blood. By our blood! By our blood!
Over the Volga, over the Don, over the Dnjeper our columns keep marching on. Over the waters into those frozen plains, over destroyed bridges where artillery shells fall like rain.
Through summers’ heat and winters’ frost we trudged on and bore the cost. Past the fields of comrades lost and over the many rivers I’ve crossed.
Through summers’ heat and winters’ frost we trudged on and bore the cost. Past the fields of comrades lost and over the many rivers I’ve crossed. |
