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They crossed over the border the hour before dawn moving in lines through the day |
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Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay |
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Waiting for orders we held in the wood |
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Word from the front never came |
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By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away |
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I softly move through the shadows, slip away through the trees |
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Crossing their lines in the mist in the fields on our hands and our knees |
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And all that |
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I ever Was able to see |
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The fire in the air, glowing red |
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Silhouetting the smoke on the breeze |
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All summer they drove us back through the |
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Ukraine Smolensk and |
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Viasma soon fell |
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By Autumn we stood with our backs to the town of |
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Orel Closer and closer to |
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Moscow they come |
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Riding the wind like a bell |
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General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill |
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Winter brought with the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads |
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Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground, while the skies filled with snow |
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And all that |
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I ever Was able to see |
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The fire in the air, glowing red |
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Silhouetting the snow on the breeze (Ah, Ah, Ah) [x4] (Ah, Ah, Ah) [all thru bridge] |
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In the footsteps of |
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Napoleon, the shadow figures stagger through the winter |
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Falling back before the gates of |
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Moscow, standing in the wings like an avenger |
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And far away behind their lines, the partisans are stirring in the forest |
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Coming unexpectedly upon their outpost, growing like a promise |
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You'll never know, you'll never know, which way to turn, which way to look you'll never see us |
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As we steal into the blackness of the night you'll never know, you'll never hear us |
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And evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming |
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The morning road leads to |
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Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming |
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Two broken tigers on fire in the night |
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Flicker their souls to the wind |
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We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin |
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It's been almost four years that |
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I've carried a gun |
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At home, it will almost be spring |
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The flames of the tiger are lighting the road to |
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Berlin I quickly move through the ruins that bow to the ground |
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The old men and children they send out to face us, they can't slow us down |
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And all that |
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I ever Was able to see |
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The eyes of the city are opening |
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Now it's the end of a dream (Ah. Ah, Ah) [x4] (Ah, Ah, Ah) [thru this section] |
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I'm coming home, |
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I'm coming home , now you can taste it in the wind the war is over |
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And I listen to the clicking of the train wheels as we roll across the border |
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And now they ask about the time that i was caught behind their time and taken prisoner |
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They only held me for a day, a lucky break i say |
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They turn and listen closer |
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I'll never know, |
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I'll never know, why |
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I was taken from the line with all the others to board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy |
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Russia And it's cold and damp in the transit camp and the air is still and sullen and the pale sun of |
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October whispers the snow will soon be coming |
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And I wonder when, |
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I'll be home again and the morning answers never |
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And the evening sighs and the steely, |
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Russian skies go on, forever... |
