| I will fill the country with a song like a wind
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| About how a comrade went to war
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| Not the north wind hit the surf
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| In dry plantain in St. John's wort
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| He passed and cried on the other side
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| When my friend said goodbye to me,
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| But the song took off and the voice got stronger
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| We break old friendship like bread
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| So that a comrade carries friendship through the waves
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| We bake a crust of bread and that one in half
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| If the wind is an avalanche and the song is an avalanche
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| half for you and half for me
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| The moon is like a turnip, and the stars are beans
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| Thank you mother for bread and salt
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| I'll tell you more, mom, I'll tell you more
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| It's a good thing to raise sons
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| Who are sitting at the table in a cloud
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| that can go right through
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| And soon your falcon will be away
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| You're cooler than salting his crust
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| So that a comrade carries friendship through the waves
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| We bake a crust of bread and that one in half
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| If the wind is an avalanche and the song is an avalanche
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| half for you and half for me
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| I will fill the country with a song like a wind
|
| About how a comrade went to war
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| Not the north wind hit the surf
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| In dry plantain in St. John's wort
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| He passed and cried on the other side
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| When my friend said goodbye to me,
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| But the song took off and the voice got stronger
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| We break old friendship like bread
|
| So that a comrade carries friendship through the waves
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| We bake a crust of bread and that one in half
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| If the wind is an avalanche and the song is an avalanche
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| half for you and half for me |