Оригинал песни на аглицкой мове:
On battle field machines are rattling
The soldiers went to final fight
And they are carrying young commander
His head was wounded outright
A tank was hit by armour-piercer
Farewell my brave and gallant crew
And crewmen bodies by fragments kissed
Complete a sunny morning view
Armour machine is now flaming
And shells right now detonate
Got challenge for a reaper-gaming
From my hostile unlucky fate
They will extract us from the wreckage
Then put our bodies on the frame
And triple fire from the cannons
Escorted us to the final way
Then sorrow letters flying out
Directly to my native place
Son never comeback to his mother
And never visit as a guest
His mother weeping in the corner
And father wipes a creeping tear
And girl-friend never know for certain
What kind of death he met could be
And dusty photo will be lonely
Hung on the wall of little room
With epaulets and uniformed
For her he never be a groom
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