The tanks went through the field with a thunder
And soldiers went with them to death
А younger officer made a blunder
His head was horrid bloody mess.
А shell has hit side piece of carriage
The friends, the family, so long!
Four rotten corpses in the wreckage
Will harmonize the view along.
They take us out of the wreckage
And put our corpses to the grave
And all tank cannons at that second
Will make the smoke move like a wave
The news start flying down the wire
To all the family and friends
That tankers will not come for a visit
And their lives have reached ends.
The mother will cry in the corner
And father will wipe tears away
And the sweethearts will never know
How the tankers end their days
The aging photo on a a bookshelf
Will never go out of sight
The tanker will stand there bravely
But he will not come home tonight.