An old holey skull
In a rusty German helmet
He said he was a soldier.
And his name was Hans
He gave me a strong schnapps.
And he played the harmonica:
March of the assault battalions
Do you remember Hans Horst Wessel?!


And in the morning I remembered
That I drank a lot of schnapps yesterday
I thought about it and realized -
Yes, it was true!
My memory has returned!
She is standing and waiting outside the house
She looks like an angel of death
And now her word!
She's the truth! She's a bastard!
And if necessary, she'll start shooting again!
She's the truth! She's a bastard!
And if necessary, she'll start shooting again!
Maybe you'll like it too.
Corsairs
Konstantin Stupin
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ nature
Lottor
When I died

Konstantin Stupin (Rest in peace)