The Last Battle

 

«The Last Battle»

We have not rested for so long.
We were just not up to rest.
We plowed half of Europe in plastoon way.
And tomorrow, finally, there will be the last battle.

A little more, a little more.
The last battle is the hardest one.
And I want to go home to Russia.
I haven’t seen my mother for so long.

The fourth year we have no living because these Fritzes.
Fourth year, there are rivers of salty sweat and blood,
But I would like to fall in love with a good girl.
And I would like to touch the motherland.

For the last time we shall meet in hand-to-hand tomorrow.
For the last time we can serve Russia.
It’s not scary to die for motherland.
Still, everyone hopes to survive.