Oh, how long, long we're going!
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How difficult the road is in the mountains!
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The ridges of the misty sierra are barely visible in the distance.
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Oh, how quiet, quiet in the world!
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Only sometimes from under the mule,
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Having made a noise, a gray stone will fall into the abyss.
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Silence. |
Just a song
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The driver sings about love,
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Only the driver sings a song about love,
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Yes, sometimes the mule shakes,
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And bells on it
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And the bells on it will ring louder.
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Well, hurry, hurry, my mule!
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I see you fell asleep completely:
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Well, let's hurry - we'll find our dear at home! ..
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You will drink from the stream,
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And I'll tear the bag off my shoulder
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And I will beat you and kiss you on the face.
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Oh, how long, long we're going!
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How difficult the road is in the mountains!
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The ridges of the misty sierra are barely visible in the distance ...
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Oh, how quiet, quiet in the world!
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Only sometimes from under the mule,
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Having made a noise, it will fall into the abyss
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The stone is grey. |