Harcerska - Major ponury

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The fog is clearing, Major, Sir
The wind is thrashing like a bird in the forest
The Krauts are no longer roaming the woods
Quite a few of them kicked the bucket thanks to us
Tomorrow we'll visit the village
Dogs won't make a sound - they know us after all
We'll eat something at my mom's house
And we'll go to sleep, cradled by her song

And we'll rest well before we head into mountains
But why are you so grim, Major, Sir?

To hell with death, Major, Sir
You walked in hand with her back in '39
Later you had to join with the forces
And sharpen the swords far beyond the seas
We were waiting, cause we were short of a leader
Not much of a game, a beast with one eye
We got the messsage, the decision's been made
And the White Eagle dived from the heights

And it thrust its talons into enemy's chest
But why are you so grim, Major, Sir?

It wasn't such a standard fight
The barrel was hot like the keys to hell
And heavy was the bullet in the pocket
And every moment was like eternity
They got you real bad, Major, Sir
I swear to God, it couldn't have been any worse
Blood was seeping from the deep wounds
And Archangel Michael opened the gates...

"Give my regards to the Holy Cross mountains"
Whispered and died, Major "Grim"

He died and left to look for his mountains
Hero of the heart, Major "Grim"