Текст песни Харза - Налет Врага

Formidable bird terror
Frizz flock overhead,
Right purpose of their flight -
Whistling bunches litter.

The strategy of death by fire,
terror strategy in the sound,
Hope is buried in the ground,
We cut off the hand of faith.

But life is a glimmer in his veins,
Motherland - the breath of yours,
Luftwaffe fall from the skies,
Russia beat the crows.

And heard the resistance -
The propellers of the Red Army,
And falls Junkers billet,
Victory, victory is near.

Sirens in its death throes
Tear remains of brains,
Mountains of corpses in the streets,
No dreams, no destiny, no goals.

Sun splashed with blood,
The sky is black with smoke,
Winged demons Reich
You will be found anyway.