Текст песни Любимый город (оркестровая версия) - Till Lindemann
Comrade
flies
to
a
distant
land
And
native
winds
fly
after
him
Beloved
town
melts
in
a
blue
haze
A
familiar
house,
a
green
garden
and
a
gentle
look
Comrade
will
pass
all
battles
and
wars
Not
knowing
sleep,
not
knowing
silence
The
beloved
town
can
sleep
well
And
dream,
and
be
green
in
the
spring
When
my
comrade
will
return
home
The
native
winds
will
fly
after
him
The
beloved
town
will
smile
at
him
The
familiar
house,
the
green
garden
and
the
happy
look
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