war went on toward that Berlin
toward Berlin soldier walked
mother dear, don't grieve your offspring
your son' happiest of all
he walked neither fast nor slow
didn't spare his soldier feet
mother dear, a shot had blown--
your boy staggered, as if hit
on his back he toppled softly
in the aspens he grew cold
mother dear, don't grieve your offspring
your son' happiest of all
war went on toward that Berlin
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