March of the gunner
1. He rose , forest of steel !
Head martial doula !
Head in an angry threat
The enemy that brings war!
Chorus: Sing you our artillery
sing aloud again !
Sing thousands after her
sing along with us!
2 . Day and night in peace and happy in anxiety
we keep working folk .
Enemies meet with fire
and fellows with a brotherly salute .
3 . Gunner , you often falls
to hit your enemy first !
And they blow you to paint projectiles
this song will fly with us .
4 . And everywhere Our load native infantry
us walk through forests and fields.
Our load you stop doula can grumbled ,
Its powerful equalizer “Hurrah “.