笨小笨The Pocket歌词由The Wynntown Marshals演唱，出自专辑《Big Ideas》，下面是《The Pocket》完整版歌词！
The Pocket歌词完整版
Here we stand to the west of the city
Encircled by the reds
Paulus asked us
For permission to break out
But the promise of relief was not kept
Conditions have become desperate
We've done such things to survive
We wait abandoned in the pocket
Will we make it out alive?
Christmas comes
Our thoughts turn to home
The letters no longer arrive
When the air raids
End we bunch together
In our foxholes, side by side
We cannot see beyond the Volga
This fatal place is life and death
We stand together in the pocket
Our friendships all that we have left
The snow is white
My thoughts are blue
I saw a ghost, thought it was you
Up above us in the winter skies
Two fighters circle in the flak
Man and machine intent on victory
Many of them won't make it back
So many miles from our childhood
The setting sun reminds us we're alone
This is existence in the pocket
Will we ever make it home?
Haven't seen you since
The start of Barbarossa
I remember the tears upon your face
I knew then that we
Wouldn't make it back
From this awful, snowbound
Godforsaken place
