и неба ты небоялся Припев: О-о-о-о-о-о, неизвестный солдат, Вот так вот ты нашел свое имя. О-о-о-о-о-о, неизвестный солдат, Вот так вот ты нашел
Im letzten Gefecht, Um Stahlingrad. Bist du gefallen, Unbekannter Soldat. Wochenlang maschiert durch Schnee und Eis. Fur die Freiheit zu kampfen, Um jeden
Wait until the war is over And we're both a little older The unknown soldier Practice where the news is read Television children had Unborn, living, dead
I don't know you, I never met you For laughs I'll call you Sam You were the son of Mrs. Someone I hope she understands Sam you were all that you had
Borderline, dead inside I don't mind, falling to pieces Count me in, violence Let's begin, feeding the sickness How do I simplify Dislocate the enemies
You gave you life in a foreign land Did anybody ever give a damn You fought for democracy never knowing why That it's not your land, why should you die
Ein Leutnant muss flott sein! Das bin ich. Muss kühn wie ein Gott sein! Das bin ich. Im Kampf nicht entrinnen! Gewinn ich gewinn ich. Ein Leutnant
It's not CBS or NBC; ABC or CNN that's giving us the freedom of the press. Not TV preachers Larry Flint, Ted Kennedy, or Jessie Jackson giving us the
Durch die Binde die Sicht genommen Die Angst bleibt Auf der Flucht vor dem Trauma Vom Bruder gefangen Verurteilt als feige beschimpft Das Trauma wird
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh 2,3,4 Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Joey is out of school, didn't fucking ask for much Couldn't get a job, the marines his last hope Down
Wait until the war is over And we're both a little older The unknown soldier Breakfast where the news is read Television children fed Unborn living,
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Unknown soldier We know not his name Fought for this country Death was his game Promises of freedom He tried to obtain Shot down in glory Lifeless remains
I don't know you I never met you For laughs I'll call you Sam You were the son Of Mrs. Someone I hope she understands Sam you were all that you had Are
Make you no go anywhere Just wait make I tell you something [Chorus] Fela, you don come again! I never come again I still live dey faraway Make you
I can only guess at where you came from Did you grow up in the country Did your father spend his days with a basket on his back On someone's farm picking
Borderline, dead inside. I don't mind, falling to pieces. Coming in, violin, let's begin. Feeding the sickness. How do I simplify, dislocate, the enemy
