I can be crazy About my motherland Sometimes I can be blind it But I've got faith I will find Pietro Schreiber In that city called Stalingrad 'Cause the past (past, past, past, past, past) Never ends Those souls cannot just be ghosts Ah My enemies till think I'm loser Till think, I'm loser I fell that offensive In my veins but What will I do Without my soldier Ah My soldier Without my soldier Ah Ah My soldier ah What will I do Without my soldier Ah Ah What will I do Without my soldier ah Ah Ah Now each mistake Could be fatal Do you really think that Germans Spend of time hating different races? You're right About one thing We hate the badness Once upon a time There is a love It resisted against the forgetfulness And still glowing in the dark Oh whoah, oh whoah Oh, oh, oh Cause sweet bones are Scream out oh, oh, oh What will I do Without my soldier My soldier I could play the piano Until my thumbs broken But my love for my soldier Will never break up Cause He ih Still alive I never said goodbye Although He ih He's died What I will do Without You (Uh)