Marshall Zhukov's orders:
Serve me Berlin on a plate!
Disregard the losses
The city is ours to take; The spring of the year 45'
The year when the nazis will fall
We're inside the gates of Berlin
The beak of the eagle is broken; Comrade Stalins orders:
Serve me it's head on a plate
Disregard the losses
The eagle's land is ours to take; March!
Fight!
Die!
In Berlin! March!
Fight!
Conquer!
Berlin!