lukoye (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lukoye) wrote in berrrg, |
Credits:
Singing: Hong Kirak, Mikhail Lisovich
Guitar/Musical Arrangement/Tabs: Po Yan
Camera: Philip Kuryloski
Translation: Mikhail Lisovich
Song Text:
They'll lift us from beneath the wreckage
Remove our bodies from the fray
While fire and thunder from the cannons
Escort us on our final way
And telegrams will set a-flying
To notify our next of kin:
Your son will never be returning
On leave he won't be stopping in
His mother wails in the corner
His father swats a creeping tear
His love will never know for certain
What fate befell her tanker dear
A photo on her shelf will linger
Among the yellowed books forlorn
In tanker's garment, epaulets on
And fiancé to her no more.
