Standing on a battlefield
And watching the slaughter
I hear a shot of a gun
And the crying of a dying soldier

The air is smells like blood
Dust on the ground
Thousand dead bodies lying everywhere
And god don't care

We're living on a savage place
Who cares
What we want?
We're living on a savage place
No look in their eyes
Just blood on their face
You see the Second Front

People of the [bad word] through my mind
Who's telling me why killing
Happens blindly
1943 - memories will fade away
We're still waiting for the judgement day