Mom, come and take me.
Not alive, so at least dead, but take me.
Mom, I'm burned out, and the hungry dogs
After tearing my body apart, they will stuff their stomachs.
City of death, burning city
It seems like night here ... The night is brighter here than during the day.
Here are mountains of corpses, here dead on dead,
And death lurks around every corner.
Oh, good God! These are our tanks!
There are three hundred of them - all knocked out and burning!
Looking up, I see an inscription on the roof:
"Hey guys, welcome to hell!"
Mom, come and take me.
Not alive, so at least dead, but take me away.
Mom, I'm burned out, and the hungry dogs
After tearing my body apart, they will stuff their bellies.
Mom, come ...