The tanks were rattling like a thunder The tanks were rattling like a thunder The soldiers went to final fight And here they carried young commander With head all broken outright His tank was hit with armor-piercer So say good-bye to Guardian crew Just four more corpses in the hillside Will add to fair morning view 'Cause now the vehicle is a-burning Wait for the shells to detonate You wanna live to see this morning But you're too weak and it's too late So they'll extract you from the remains They'll put your coffin on the clay And fire & thunder from the mainguns Will see you into your last way For now the telegrames are flying To tell the friends and relatives That their good son is never coming And never getting any leave And there's that photo on the bookshelf Collecting dust for years on end - In uniform, with shoulder-boards on... And he will never be her man. In unifo-orm, wI-EEEEEEth shoul-der-bo-ards OOOOOOOn... And he will never be her man. They'll bring up us from under fragments The armours roared on the field, The soldiers went in their last fight. They seen as their young commander Was killed in these action tight. A gadget strikes in our armour And farewell my native crew Four corpses lying near machine Completed full of morning view. The armour burning, flame around, This moment ammo will be blast, We can't go out on the ground, We all must die, must die at last! They'll bring up us from under fragments, Will lift on hands a skeleton, We'll scent the shots of armours cannons When on last way we'll go on. Then flying out the deadly letters Directly to my native nest: Their son will back home henceforth never, He'll not arrive to take a rest. Old mother crying in the corner And daddy sweeping tears by hand... Oh honey you will never know How an armourist met his end. There dusty picture will be only Place on the wall of little room: In uniform with shoulder-straps on, For her, by now, he not a groom.