You really hate the United States, don't you? It's a burning hatred in you ...
I'm a German. I kill my enemies if necessary to do so. But I don't hate them. You should slowly try to understand that not everyone is like "you" who attacks people and nations who never did do anything bad to them.
Small town, hidden behind mountains and forests
Back then, still far from the world and undiscovered by it
Your walls overgrown with flowering vines
Deep into your alleys
I was young, often intoxicated, friends, more than by wine
By your tall tales and songs
I would give a day of my life for it
If only it could be like that again
Little town, many years have passed since then
And you too have long been occupied and overrun by strangers
The guest is tolerated, his money is loved
Just like everywhere else in the world
But I always felt welcomed by you
And still receive a friendly welcome every time
Like a prodigal son who has been missing for a long time
And has now finally returned home.
Little town, from everyone here in this circle
Fate and time demand their price
And I think of those who are no longer with us
I see how my life is slipping away
Like others, the lights go out in the wind
Defeated and broken by life
Now I miss your laughter, I miss the sound
Of your voices in our song
Small town, our circle will soon be even smaller
But we still have the wine of Cleebourg in the Cygne
And we fill the hall one last time
With our voices
And we will sing, but we also ask ourselves
Will there be anyone left after us
Who, when our singing fades away forever
Will still sing our songs
And we will sing, but we also ask ourselves
Will there be anyone left after us
Who, when our singing fades away forever
Will still sing our songs
And we will sing, but we also ask ourselves
Will there be anyone left after us
Who, when our singing fades away forever
Will still sing our songs
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