The tanks went through the field with a thunder And soldiers went with them to death А younger officer made a blunder His head was horrid bloody mess. А shell has hit side piece of carriage The friends, the family, so long! Four rotten corpses in the wreckage Will harmonize the view along. They take us out of the wreckage And put our corpses to the grave And all tank cannons at that second Will make the smoke move like a wave The news start flying down the wire To all the family and friends That tankers will not come for a visit And their lives have reached ends. The mother will cry in the corner And father will wipe tears away And the sweethearts will never know How the tankers end their days The aging photo on a a bookshelf Will never go out of sight The tanker will stand there bravely But he will not come home tonight.