Matt Olsson - Little Bird (East Berlin) | Текст песни

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We met in a gunfight, in East Berlin, stealing nuclear secrets from the Soviets. And we were hunting former SS officers carrying briefcases full of coordinates.

And we were on our own, she a refugee who narrowly escaped the gates of Auschwitz. And I, a West Point grad, who like my father fought a world war, but I made it alive.

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