Hit The Beach — текст песни (Swingers The)

Sixth of June, Nineteen Fourty-Four
We`re off the coast, we`re off the shore
Of Normandy!
We`re going to hit the beach
Men and machines, and ships of war
Hoping to blast their way through the door
To liberty - Allied Victory
la-la-lala la-da-genie, la-la-lala la-da-genie
Hit the Beach! Hit the Beach! Hit the Beach!
oh oh Hit the Beach! Hit the Beach! Hit the Beach!
Men around me, men I know
Got their stomachs in the throats
But they don`t let it show, no-no-no!
I got my carbine, I got my bayonet, I got my hand grenades
And my steel helmet
And a picture of my girl, and a picture of my girl
la-la-lala la-da-genie, la-la-lala la-da-genie
Hit the Beach! Hit the Beach! Hit the Beach!
oh oh Hit the Beach! Hit the Beach! Hit the Beach!
And now we`re going in, we wanna get blown away
don`t wanna die
It`s too late now, the ramp goes down
No turning back, we`re going in
All around me I see death and destruction,
and the sea is red with blood
Pushing through the waves, through the blinding smoke
God it`s raining steel
Soldier in front of me is terrified, he doesn`t want to die
I don`t want to die!
Three seconds later, shrapenl wipes off his face,
and it goes floating by
whoa-oh-oh, oh, oh Hit the Beach!
oh-oh-oh, oh oh-o Hit the Beach!
there are bodies and there are bullets
but they`re exploding into little bits
god I mean it, oh god I mean it
Hit the Beach!
I Hit the Beach...