Stalingrad

I can be crazy
About my motherland
Sometimes I can be blind it
But I've got faith
I will find
Pietro Schreiber
In that city called
Stalingrad

'Cause the past (past, past, past, past, past)
Never ends
Those souls cannot just be ghosts
Ah
My enemies till think
I'm loser
Till think, I'm loser

I fell that offensive
In my veins but
What will I do
Without my soldier
Ah
My soldier
Without my soldier
Ah
Ah
My soldier ah
What will I do
Without my soldier
Ah
Ah
What will I do
Without my soldier ah
Ah
Ah

Now each mistake
Could be fatal
Do you really think that Germans
Spend of time hating different races?

You're right
About one thing
We hate the badness

Once upon a time
There is a love
It resisted against the forgetfulness
And still glowing in the dark

Oh whoah, oh whoah
Oh, oh, oh

Cause sweet bones are
Scream out oh, oh, oh
What will I do
Without my soldier
My soldier

I could play the piano
Until my thumbs broken
But my love for my soldier
Will never break up
Cause
He ih
Still alive
I never said goodbye
Although

He ih
He's died

What I will do
Without
You
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