A keresés eredménye

On the brink of forest (gunner song)

On the brink of forest there's a maple tree, the branches are seared
An old stork making a nest for the nestlings
 
Seared branches are filled with birds who are making nests
'Cause I'm a machine gunner, I've go a nest too
 
If someone would charge at us, would quickly realize
Not the storks are clattering (rattling), but our machine gun
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