the following is a song written during the second world war on the eastern front. it has become the tankers song. translated from russian.
it is not mine, it belongs to the one who wrote it, and all the tank crews.







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 by armor-piercer
So say goodbye my dear crew
Four silent corpses on the hillside
Will add to fair morning view

And 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 remnants
They'll put your coffin on the clay
And fire & thunder from the mainguns
Will see you onto your last way

For now the telegrams are flying
To tell the friends and relatives
That their 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.