I remember the surprised, loving eyes ...
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Why did a tear suddenly appear in the eyes of the merry ones?
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Maybe someone cast a menacing look into the eyes of the young...
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And all around - steppe flowers, like stars, are burning.
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Chorus:
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A girl walks across the field, singing something quiet,
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Everything is guessing on daisies and waiting for someone.
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But in the heart, apparently, sadly, a breeze flies ...
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Ah, you are a chamomile, a chamomile - a white-winged moth!
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You, chamomile field, white-fire fire!
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Well, dear, you are not writing, come quickly!
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We will get lost with you, as in the forest, but only in the field
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From daisies, cornflowers. |
I look forward to this meeting again.
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Chorus:
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A girl walks across the field, singing something quiet,
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Everything is guessing on daisies and waiting for someone.
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But in the heart, apparently, sadly, a breeze flies ...
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Ah, you are a chamomile, a chamomile - a white-winged moth!
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A girl walks across the field, singing something quiet,
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Everything is guessing on daisies and waiting for someone.
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But in the heart, apparently, sadly, a breeze flies ...
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Ah, you are a chamomile, a chamomile - a white-winged moth!
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A girl walks across the field, singing something quiet,
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Everything is guessing on daisies and waiting for someone... |