Ice on Lake Eldanka
is life left well behind.
Now there are Fossis and ambulances
barriers and passports, right.
In the dugouts, iron stoves,
there Nakki and Ramina are played,
We got Fritzes and Maxes
and Petropamaxes, right.
We have been stomping here, have been conquering land.
We have been hoeing here, and picking lice.
War is tough,
Juno doesn't make the head dizzy.
Boom, Boom, Boom, the artillery bangs
and the mortars bark, right.
Fat squelching noise,
and the wonderful ass of wild reindeer,
has been fired and fried in the pot,
stuffed in the stomach, right.
No hay for the horses,
instead, they'll eat the stable-walls,
some have sand in their intestines
and no manure comes out, right.
We have been stumbling here, we have been bumbling here
launched mines and wines.
Missing the lady at home, as we eat
the vitamin pills,
but that holiday will be canceled
as we spray the Russians, right.
Kis-Kis hills
there are Eggs and Sausages,
but as the Egg went,
only the Sausage was left, right.
In Röhö there is Tiltu's road,
muddy and dirty, it leads to Uhtua,
We have Bieloje, Tshirini,
and Tshorneje ozeros, right.
In the pines' shadows, is a Lotta-canteen,
boiling the coffee,
there's Lotta Lundgren.
Oh hell, my boys
now bring my mask,
here have been built poles,
and pushed slides, right.