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On the Nameless Height - battle in the mountains WW2 Smoke fled from groves beneath the mountain The sun was setting in the blaze There has been three of us remaining Out of the other eighteen guys How many of them, friends so closest Left in the darkness they had lain Nearby some unfamiliar settlement Atop a height that has no name Shone like a star the fired missile When it was falling from the sky Those who have witnessed it at least once Will not forget until they die Will not forget it, not forget it The fierce attacks that happened there Nearby some unfamiliar settlement Atop a height that has no name The Messerschmidts above us circling As in broad day, were seen so well But only stronger friends became we Under the artillery hell Through hard times that we knew together We stayed loyal to our aim Nearby some unfamiliar settlement Atop a height that has no name Still am I dreaming of their faces Those comrades from the years of war I see our dugout in three layers A pine on top that has been scorched As if right now, I stand beside them Before the fiery edge again Nearby some unfamiliar settlement Atop a height that has no name
