Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song C'est mon dernier pigeon, artist - 1914. Album song The Blind Leading the Blind, in the genre Date of issue: 30.05.2019
Record label: Napalm Records Handels
Song language: English
C'est mon dernier pigeon |
| Though they dig down to Douaumont |
| From there our bullets will take them |
| And though they climb up to the Vaux |
| From there we will pull them down |
| We need more skulls |
| Kill, kill, kill |
| One ne passes pas |
| Tuer, tuer, tuer |
| 600 men who are not afraid to die |
| Boches will swallow their pride |
| This fort is our grave, you shall not pass |
| Cross the Rubicon and die |
| Buried ourselves as deep as we could |
| We breathe down your neck |
| Build barricades inside the corridors |
| Our bayonets always near your throats |
| Major Raynal counts the dead |
| And prepares us for the final attack |
| He opened the cage and let out the bird |
| Our last racing homer pigeon |
| Decisions made out of desperation |
| We place the cannon in the corridor |
| And when it swarms with Germans |
| We shoot, walls splattered in blood |