Frank Rennicke - Marschieren, Marschieren - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Marschieren, Marschieren.

We do not know where nonsense. The path is not familiar and the night of Black. May be east, maybe London. We only know that the matter is to war.

Hostile rain blurred the road, it's not easy to walk on it, but the army silently overcomes the path, because The case goes to war. We fight in the blood, experiencing pain and deprivation. Life is homeland, only death remains to us.

The clouds fly as ghosts, and the cold wind swears over the country. Only for those who begged in the drum, our step aligns. We overcome a thousand barriers. And now the Motherland collects his strength.

March, march, soon battle! March, march, we are looking for victories! We fight

In the blood, experiencing pain and deprivation, life is homeland, only death remains

Raining rain, the sky is tightened with clouds, but the distant glow lights our army