Relieve the tension, ease the pace. Used by permission. Nothing is as guiltless as our lovely feathered friends. We will not be happy until hunting of them ends. For their safety and protection we would gladly die.
Birds are sweet and kind, but man is mean and full of hate.
Used by permission. We march the soldier's way from Moscow to Paris, from Karasjouk to Arles and Nice, Dunkirk and Tripoli. Before Stalingrad there stands a battalion, the remnants of our best division. We march and we master, we conquer and march, from Cairo up to Hammerfest, from Brussels up to Budapest, from Copenhagen to Bucharest. Before Leningrad there stands a cannon, the remnants of our last battalion.