Лётчик люфтваффе

A little forgotten, get some sleep ,
Five days dreaming about it,
But you Luftwaffe pilot , and this whole thing .
You do not have to sleep in the summer.

Departure of flight , how many?
Like zombies sitting at the helm ,
Six months in the & quot; pot & quot; SS corps .
And we must save crossing.

And like broke & quot; pot & quot; the river,
Bridges is fallen from pontoons
But stormtroopers began to dive .
Scribbling , sparing no bullets.

You know that people from the other side
Hope for you, as God ,
Two & quot; M. & quot; enter into battle again .
And it did not help enough .

In an unequal battle can not lose,
There are very few .
In corkscrew goes comrade stricken .
You're in the sky, one in the end.

Remember , winter fly to Stalingrad ,
Surrounded by loads dumped ?
How many lives if you saved ?
I did not think about it , did not think .

Order you never discussed ,
You were a soldier to the end ,
And he knew that no one in Russia you did not call .
But you do not think about it.

How many times do you hit the binding
In the skies over the Don steppes ?
Thinking about the fact that his wife is waiting for you .
With your two sons.

But now, finally , you are again well done ,
Three & quot; sludge & quot; you knocked over bridges,
And most importantly - the people , because they are passed.
Passed under your crosses.

Well, that's the base again flew ,
Sleep a little bit bad,
Tomorrow again rise to the fight.
There are very few .