A fitting end to such a... Poetic song.
The Translation fits, as much as any translation can. Where'd you find the lyrics? Been looking for the whole song for a while, and all I have memorized is the first part.
Ob Sturm oder Schneit,Ob die Sonne uns lacht,Der Tag gluhend heiss,Oder eiskalt die nacht,Bestaub sind die gesichterDoch froh ist unser Sinn,Ja, unser Sinn!Es braust unser PanzerIm sturmwind dahin!
And yes, I CAN sing it.
(Clicks heels) Jawohl, Herr Oberst!
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