Текст песни Алькор - Железный крест

Day, night, day, night - all in the same Africa ...
R. Kipling

Well, there’s nothing here,
What I did not see in another war!
Again, a divided continent
And, therefore, here we are still in price.
And on board is a cross,
And I carry my pocket ...
Well, here again, a change of place,
Alien sky over your head.

And new dust on my boots
I open my ways
And somewhere in the northern evil snows
The target is registered on the chest.
Well, here again, a change of place,
The surf became a sand dune ...
And I carry a cross in my pocket
And there is no cross over the graves.

A Southern Cross on the edge of the earth
He will not collect the last glory:
Kipling soldiers - everyone is gone
But our turn comes.
Until I like the word "revenge",
But if it’s dreary at heart ...
And I carry a cross in my pocket
He is nothing more than a target.

Well, here again, a change of place,
Another sky of another war.
And a cross is drawn on board
And only here we are still needed.
No one will betray, no one will eat:
I will die right away, and - without names!
But I carry a cross in my pocket
The Iron Cross from other times.