A part of me has died before I was even born Stung by the frost in a cold winter storm Destined to doom in a land so cold and grim Will I die trying to win?
Armies before them have come and they've failed Defeated by the frost, the snow, and the hail Bogged in the mud, paralyzed by the rain Frozen bodies covered the plains
Of the Russian winter
For days and nights the snow kept on falling It was our endurance against natures calling Feeling so cold and so tired Will we ever find the fire?
So many dreams lay shattered in the cold Many good men fell for the pride they behold Mothers and fathers and children cried Knowing that their heros all died In the Russian winterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
