That good and happy rain
On your happy face
On that happy town
"
Oh Barbara
What shitstupidity the war
Now what's become of you
Under this iron rain
Of fire and steel and blood
And he who held you in his arms
Amorously
Is he dead or gone or still so much alive
Oh Barbara
It's rained all day on Brest today
"
Of which there's nothing left
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