A Soviet soldier that had been captured by Germans and managed to escape was seen as a potential traitor, and treated as such - including a sort of forced exile. The mention of capture and being sent to Siberia was not, actually, from a German's perspective. "The flames of the tiger." conjures the turnaround in the favor of Russian army as they pushed back the Germans at Stalingrad and kept pushing, all the way to Berlin.Īnother line that takes on a new meaning if you assume no perspective change is, "The old men and children they send out to face us, they can't slow us down." These are not the Russian villagers fighting for Stalingrad - these are the German and Austrian people fighting off the Soviet troops.
It seems as if there might be because all of a sudden Al Stewart speaks of a push towards Berlin, but this is still the voice of a Soviet soldier. To board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy RussiaĪnd it's cold and damp in the transit camp, and the air is still and sullenĪnd the pale sun of October whispers the snow will soon be comingĪnd I wonder when I'll be home again and the morning answers "Never"Īnd the evening sighs, and the steely Russian skies go on foreverĪctually, there is no change in perspective.
I'll never know, I'll never know why I was taken from the line and all the others "They only held me for a day, a lucky break," I say they turn and listen closer I'm coming home, I'm coming home, now you can taste it in the wind, the war is overĪnd I listen to the clicking of the train-wheels as we roll across the borderĪnd now they ask me of the time that I was caught behind their lines and taken prisoner The old men and children they send out to face us, they can't slow us downĪnd all that I ever was able to see the eyes of the city are opening The flames of the Tigers are lighting the road to BerlinĪh, quickly we move through the ruins that bow to the ground It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin The morning roads leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming You'll never know, you'll never know which way to turn, which way to look you'll never see usĪs we're stealing through the blackness of the nightĪnd the evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow figures stagger through the winterįalling back before the gates of Moscow, standing in the wings like an avengerĪnd far away behind their lines the partisans are stirring in the forestĬoming unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise The fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the snow on the breeze Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground while the sky filled with snow Winter brought with her the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill The fire in the air glowing red, silhouetting the smoke on the breezeĪll summer they drove us back through the Ukraineīy autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they layīy evening the sound of the gunfire was miles awayĪh, softly we move through the shadows, slip away through the treesĬrossing their lines in the mists in the fields on our hands and on our knees “Let it snow!” became a radio hit in 1945 when was it recorded by Vaughn Monroe and since then it has been taken over and adapted by numerous notable artists, including Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin.They crossed over the border, the hour before dawn It was the winter theme and its lyrics about waiting for the snow that made it become associated with the holidays, being one of the most played Christmas songs. Like many other Christmas songs, originally “Let it snow!” was not related to Christmas, being composed during a heat wave in California by Sammy Cahn and Jule Styne in 1945.
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