# About Love of Russian fellow storming Reichstag to German girl, Ss officer

Pavel Kotenko

In a grove We could have listened to bird's song

Listening to their loud chirp

Trees and Earth to us would have belonged

And the world around will be blur


We could have lived with you in quite

I would have guarded your peace

Only you were shooting, squeezing tight

Parabellum's trigger in release


We were told not to take you alive

But who would've wanted you dead

You fragile fingers sending death to life

Should have picked flowers instead


Brothers were falling on the stairs

You knew very well your play

Before you on my knees, who cares?

You'd have found me anyway


Blended with the wall your jacket

Only words I couldn't understand

You were laughing, taunting us through racket

Squeezing trigger, making your last stand


We were told not to take you alive

But who would've wanted you dead

Barbara fon Graft for my wife

Or my bride, name would not sound bad


Machine guns were spewing bullet

Higher stories, fire growing strong

Just remember beautiful blond ringlet

Touching shoulder strap of uniform


Sweeping off all barriers and hardened

Human torrent closing the chase

To the vestibule from shattered garden

Brother brought howitzer to this place


...Certainly, to kiss your at the midnight

Where moon and stars extending bliss

Ivanov! Finish this bitch outright

Master-sergeant strained through clenched teeth


I, then, came forward rather fast

And to extinguish blush from crimson cheeks

I rested Parabellum to your chest

But cartridge failed, and all I heard was click


The gun was silent, you hadn't drop a single word

On the collar with your teeth you tugged

From the beginning I went through the entire war

To only meet you here in Reichstag


A drink, perhaps that will relieve my tension ?

Question, answering for which I lack

Don't just stand and face me in Attention

Better turn around and let me see your back


Those who once held a gun

Know exactly how it felt

I looked at this woman and thought - I'm done

I just wish you go to hell


Drinking alcohol, short gulps are rough

Want to tell you more about love

But have got to leave my autograph

With my brothers on the walls above


Hanging on my arm is my canteen

Slowly pressing trigger, I knew

On the walls of Reichstag in Berlin

With your blood I will right I love you