No 215

Verse 1

Steel tracks rolling through the mountain night,

Red star painted in the pale moonlight,

Five men waiting where the cold winds drive,

Inside the armor of Two-One-Five.

The driver grips the levers tight,

The gunner watches through the sight,

The loader lifts another round,

While thunder shakes the frozen ground.

Chorus

Two-One-Five, keep rolling on,

Through smoke and fire before the dawn,

Eighty-five millimetres roar alive,

Hear the battle cry of Two-One-Five.

Steel may burn and engines strain,

Tracks may grind through mud and rain,

But shoulder to shoulder the crew will strive,

The brothers inside Two-One-Five.

Verse 2

T-34 with a battle-worn frame,

Every man inside knew every sound by name,

Diesel rumbling, turret turning slow,

Across the hills where the cold winds blow.

Commander calling, "Target ahead!"

The turret swings where the tracers spread,

Loader shouting, "Round is in!"

The gunner fires through smoke again.

Chorus

Two-One-Five, keep rolling on,

Through smoke and fire before the dawn,

Eighty-five millimetres roar alive,

Hear the battle cry of Two-One-Five.

Steel may burn and engines strain,

Tracks may grind through mud and rain,

But shoulder to shoulder the crew will strive,

The brothers inside Two-One-Five.

Verse 3

No man fought in that tank alone,

That steel machine became their home,

A crew of brothers, side by side,

With faith in the men who rode inside.

When shells came crashing through the night,

They held their ground and stayed to fight,

Through shattered earth and burning sky,

The old T-34 would not die.

Bridge

Driver — take her forward!

Gunner — hold your aim!

Loader — another shell!

Commander — call their name!

Radio crackles through the night,

Five hearts beating in the fight,

One machine, one crew, one drive—

Tank Two-One-Five!

Final Chorus

Two-One-Five, keep rolling on,

A steel-made shadow before the dawn,

The old T-34 still seems alive,

When history speaks of Two-One-Five.

Years may pass and battles fade,

Rust may cover the steel they made,

But remember the crew who stood side by side,

And the mighty tank called Two-One-Five.

Outro

Steel tracks silent, engine still,

Morning rises above the hill,

But somewhere in history they still survive—

The crew and the legend of Tank 215