And comes the time to ring your bell,
to dance Rasputin on the keg.
I smell old school, don't I?
It's 'cause romance is not my language.
Let me kiss you one last time, neither of us
is bound to live till summer.
Tell me again, what's your name,
and ist das German dat du sprechen?
The Battle of Berlin, January 1945
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