Joy and work next to go


In the noise of the shop, in the buzzing machines
All I hear a song without words.
And she fervently, and alive!
And ask in song words

Chorus:
Now joy and work in my life next to go.
By the way of goals every day getting shorter
And do well, and sing from the heart,
And we are proud of the glory of the work!

I would call in the morning sun,
Again, I hasten to plant.
Above me the clouds of lace,
And marching with me the words:

Chorus.

This is a song about the native shop
We louder sing with friends!
So it is clear that the song - right,
So - this is the correct word!

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