mersiowsky - 5-22-2014 at 09:40 PM
(From Hoyerswerda)
Translated by H. Melvin Symmank
I will go toward dear Bohemia,
Perhaps my luck will bloom there,
Oh yes, oh dear!
The previous year a rose blossomed here,
and this year blooms only a stick for me,
Oh yes, oh dear!
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