Sniped in Stalingrad

 We sat in the bitter cold,
Hiding in the ruins of the city,
The dark days growing old,
As we hid here, freezing.

The Katyusha rockets hammered at us,
Day and night, night and day,
We stay here through the winter,
So our Führer will be gay.

The Soviets are getting us,
My Hans is dead,
Killed getting food,
Sniped to death.

We have nothing to eat,
The rats are scarce,
This city will be my grave,
I want to die in peace.

Our Führer is insane,
Ordered no retreat,
I dare not complain,
I'm stuck in this hole,
Not a thing to eat.

I'm thinking about the Fatherland,
My wife, my Sacha,
My Deutschland, my home,
I don't want to fight anymore.

I'm insane,
I can't sit here anymore,
The thuds of Katyusha are devouring me,
I can't go on anymore.

I walked out of the bulding,
And stood on the rubble,
I felt a thud in my chest.
As I say there bleeding, I cry,
For Deutschland, as I die.