In the orphanage in the courtyard
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Children are walking around
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And behind the net, a flock of sparrows
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He is playing happily
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They chirped all over the world -
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Hence I know about it
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That it is indeed an orphanage
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But not orphans
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- My mom is in Paris and my dad is sitting
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The neighbors keep the sister hidden for a month
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In the morning they took me out of bed when they were taking my dad
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Saying: now we will raise you
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Your old woman has gone sly and will not be back soon
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The old sentence is recorded, he will throw off three of them
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And what to do with such a conundrum, think about it
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Do you want to be a little policeman? |
Improve your uncle's weapons!
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Who do I want to be, and I don't think to tell anyone
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I'm just worried about who's coming to live with us at home
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In the orphanage in the courtyard
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Children are walking around
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And behind the net, a flock of sparrows
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He is playing happily
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They chirped all over the world -
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Hence I know about it
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That it is indeed an orphanage
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But not orphans
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- Dad and mom have been in the camp since the first Sunday
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They are much worse than me because they didn't know anything
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Nobody knows that I am here
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So that I can at least send the letter home
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We made a snowman with black glasses
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We pissed him in the morning and they stood in pairs
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Attention! |
Rest! |
General Straszak is talking to us today!
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The Eagle Raven will not defeat, spring will be ours ...
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In the orphanage in the courtyard
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Children are walking around
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And behind the net, a flock of sparrows
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He is playing happily
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They chirped all over the world -
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Hence I know about it
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That it is indeed an orphanage
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But orphans
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- Dad was in the mine when the army went to battle
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One miner told what escaped from the convoy
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He told my mother that they surrounded them
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Dad stood at the gate with the shovel and they killed him there
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They took my mother to the hospital and they are standing at the door
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But I don't think to wait for them to rot
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When all of this is over, sometime around summer
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I will be anti-socialist - just like my dad
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In the orphanage in the courtyard
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Children are walking around
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And behind the net, a flock of sparrows
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He is playing happily
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You throw snow instead of bread
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The sparrows will fly away
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And over the ice, as usual again
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Children will be walking |