Verce
The sunset burned with the fire of a blade.
Death was egely looking for its preys
The battle will be tomorrow, but pro tem
The platoon dug into the cloud snap
And left along the pass travers
Chore.
Stand out every talking mantion -
Forward and upward, and then…
After all, these are our mountains —
They will help us in a moment!
They will help usin a moment !
Verce
And before the war at this slope gate
A German took with you in conjunction,
He fell down, but was saved by Russian mate.
And now, perhaps, he alone inveterate
Prepares his machine gun for battle action..
Chore
Verce
You are here again, you are all collected —
You are waiting for the cherished signal.
And that guy — he is here too, expected,
Among the shooters from \"Edelweiss\" fostered
They must be thrown off the pass! to hell.
Chore
Verce
The platoon climbs up, and by the river -
The one with whom you used to go in pairs.
We are waiting for the attack to the point of wistfulness
But the brave Alpine shooters “Edelweiss”
Today, for some reason, are not in. their best…
Chore