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leg screwed in the floor Mother pack me bags because I'm off to foreign parts Don't ask me where I'm going 'cause I'm sure it's off the charts I'll pin
your past Let the rain fall down And wash the ruins of your life When the wind is blowing It dries the sands of decades A new growth is born And it's
This aria concerns the most tragical character of the operetta. It is in its substance a confession of a man of deformed character and dicey morals.
Etrich as early as 1880) is at its peak. At first it had been performed mostly by Kckonse weavers at Trutnov, but soon it spread all ober the county,
English translation How cold your little hand is! will you let me warm it for you? Why bother looking? it's dark, and we won't find it. It's our good
down through the nexus I thought I'd buried the hatchet Between the moons of aria. Then I became your reaction to us. And I couldn't give it up. Lets
ENGLISH TRANSLATION How cold your little hand is! Will you let me warm it for you? Why bother looking? It's dark, and we won't find it. It's our good
through the nexus I thought I'd buried the hatchet Between the moons of aria. Then I became your reaction to us. And I couldn't give it up. Lets
screwed in the floor Mother pack me bags because I'm off to foreign parts Don't ask me where I'm going 'cause I'm sure it's off the charts I'll
