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The Peat Bog Soldiers - Английский
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Far and wide as the eye can wander,
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Heath and bog are everywhere.
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Not a bird sings out to cheer us.
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Oaks are standing gaunt and bare.
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We are the peat bog soldiers,
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We’re marching with our spades to the bog.
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Up and down the guards are pacing,
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No one, no one can go through.
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Flight would mean a sure death facing,
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Guns and barbed wire grid our view.
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We are the peat bog soldiers,
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We’re marching with our spades to the bog.
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But for us there is no complaining,
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Winter will in time be past.
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One day we shall cry rejoicing:
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Homeland, dear, you're mine at last!
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Then will the peat bog soldiers
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March no more with the spades to the bog.
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Doch für uns gibt es kein Klagen,
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Ewig kann nicht Winter sein,
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Einmal werden froh wir sagen:
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Heimat du bist wieder mein.
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Dann zieh´n die Moorsoldaten
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Nicht mehr mit dem Spaten ins Moor.
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Dann zieh´n die Moorsoldaten
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Nicht mehr mit dem Spaten ins Moor.
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