33 lines
608 B
Plaintext
33 lines
608 B
Plaintext
Play, my accordion
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On the far I got,
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Where in the green house and a bench,
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Where the guy was singing Dalmatian ...
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I remember that song.
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Chorus:
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Play, my accordion,
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And tell all your friends,
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Brave and courageous in battle,
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That as a friend
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We love our motherland.
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Such as our songs,
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Elsewhere, I have not heard,
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And the girls are wonderful,
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Than ours, I have not seen.
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Chorus.
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But the evil enemy: flock
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Over us like a cloud soared.
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Zastava expensive
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For the Motherland rose.
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Chorus:
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Play, my accordion,
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And tell all enemies,
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It's hot it will be in the battle,
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That as a friend
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We love our motherland. |