You are the shame
Of the panzer waffe
You shot corps leaders down
Just like they were clay
You shot carriers down
You kept them at bay
You held your buffer zone
Airfield gumrak, beyond the grave
You shot four hundred rounds
Cut through
You shot four hundred rounds
So bravely
You got nothing to protect back home
You got nothing
You got nothing to protect back home
You got nothing
Patience, patience
You're not a mother now
Patience, patience
It's just clay
You shot them brave
(Beyond the)
Do not grudge your fortune
You got nothing to lose
There will be no future if
You got nothing
You got nothing
Patience, patience
You shot another down
They can't stay in our city
That's all right
You shot free
You are the shame of the panzer waffe
You shot the fuckers down
Bravely
Brave warrior
You shot them down