Miss Pavlichencko歌词

Fell by your gun,fell by your gun.
Fell by your gun,fell by your gun.
Three hundred nazis fell by your gun.
Fell by your gun,woo!Fell by your gun.
More than three hundred nazis fell by your gun.
(MUSIC)
Miss Pavlichenko,we all know the fame.
Russia is your country,fighting is your game.
The world'll always love you for all time to come.
Three hundred nazis fell by your gun.
Fell by your gun,hey!Fell by your gun.
More than three hundred nazis fell by your gun.
(Good!)
Fell by your gun,hey!Fell by your gun!
More than three hundred nazis fell by your gun.
In the mountains and canyons,quiet as a deer,
Down in the forest, knowing no fear.
Lit up your sight,down comes a hun.
Three hundred nazis fell by your gun.
Fell by your gun,hey!Fell by your gun.
Three hundred nazis fell by your gun.
Fell by your gun,hey!Fell by your gun.
More three hundred nazis fell by your gun.
The hot summer's heat,and the cold winter's snow.
All kinds of weather, you track down the fall.
Your face is bright as the new morning sun,
But more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun.
Fell by your gun,hey!Fell by your gun.
More three hundred nazis fell by your gun.
Fell by your gun,hey!Fell by your gun.
More three hundred nazis fell by your gun.