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Song of Knüppelchen (Дубинушка) - Немецкий
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Many a song I heard once
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in the working circle
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Oh, it sounded inside
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of pleasure and pain
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Though much I forgot
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still there remains the Weis from work
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true to me in the heart
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Hey, you Knüppelchen you green
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Hey, and do not want to go by myself
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we help
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we help
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So give him
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For the grandfathers mouth
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has inherited bisa uf today
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the song of the brave stick
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For every like attacks
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when the need bedräut him
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well for him as the surest means
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Hey, you Knüppelchen you green
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Hey, and do not want to go by myself
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we help
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we help
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So give him
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If the farmer kicked the bucket
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like a farmer just dies
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he leaves the son of a legacy
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Supporting patient thy lot
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how it acquires a farmer
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think of the stick even if I die
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Hey, you Knüppelchen you green
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Hey, and do not want to go by myself
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we help
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we help
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So give him
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But once it comes to the day
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if the farmer wakes
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good stretch the bound limbs
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And kills his enemy
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made him miserable
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with the stick to the ground prostrate |