Shepherdess Adele ran to the meadow
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Daisies to entrust the conversation.
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Yesterday at her house with a marriage proposal
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Three young neighbors appeared -
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Paul was so cheerful, and Gustav was so sweet,
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And Martin played her flute,
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Flowers, open who was sincere,
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Have pity on little Adele!
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The evening has already come, and the trampled meadow
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Worth without a single chamomile.
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Adele releases the stalk from her hands,
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Almost crying herself, poor thing;
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Still would! |
After all, Paul is so cheerful, and Gustav is so sweet,
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And Martin plays the flute,
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And which of them captured the heart of a shepherdess,
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Adele won't understand, even kill me!..
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Here the years rushed to the tavern by the bridge
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We went to find out about Adele.
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Adele got married and got fat
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You wouldn't be able to recognize her!
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And who is her husband?
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Yes, out the third mug
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He drinks with cabbage schnitzel!
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And even if you come
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You are unlikely to understand -
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He is Paul, or Martin, or Gustav...
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I'm deducing morality not to confuse
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Shepherds, poor innocents,
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I'm just annoyed to wander through the meadow,
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When he lost his daisies;
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So -
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May your Paul be cheerful, and may Gustav be sweet,
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And Martin is a joy to hear,
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But still Three different roads
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They will give you in the end
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Only a red face and a belly,
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Cabbage stuffed belly! .. |