"На поле танке грохотали" in English
прекрасно!
They'll lift us from beneath the wreckage
Remove our bodies from the fray
While fire and thunder from the cannons
Escort us on our final way.
And telegrams will set a-flying
To notify our next of kin:
Your son will never be returning
On leave he won't be stopping in
His mother wails in the corner
His father swats a creeping tear
His love will never know for certain
What fate befell her tanker dear
A photo on her shelf will linger
Among the yellowed books forlorn
In tanker's garment, epaulets on
And fiancé to her no more
увидела у flower-oriental
Click to viewThey'll lift us from beneath the wreckage
Remove our bodies from the fray
While fire and thunder from the cannons
Escort us on our final way.
And telegrams will set a-flying
To notify our next of kin:
Your son will never be returning
On leave he won't be stopping in
His mother wails in the corner
His father swats a creeping tear
His love will never know for certain
What fate befell her tanker dear
A photo on her shelf will linger
Among the yellowed books forlorn
In tanker's garment, epaulets on
And fiancé to her no more
увидела у flower-oriental