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Unter di khurves fun poyln a kop mit blonde hor der kop un zay der khurbm beyde zenen vor. Iber di khurves fun poyln falt un falt a shney der blonder kop fun mayn meydl tut mir mezukn vey. Dolye mayn dolye, dolye, dolye mayne. Der veytik zitst baym shraybtish un shraybt a langen briv di trer in zayne oygn iz emezdik un tif. Iber di khurves fun poyln flatert a foygl um a groyzer shive foygl er tsitert mit di fligl frum. Der groyze shive foygl mayn dershlogn gemit er trogt oyf zayne fligl dos dozike troyer lid
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German Translation: Unter den Ruinen (Tr|mmern) von Polen ein Kopf mit blonden Haaren. Der Kopf und auch die Ruinen, beide sind wahr. \ber den Ruinen von Polen fdllt und fdllt der Schnee. Der blonde Kopf von meinem Mddchen tut mir gefdhrlich weh. Schicksal mein Schicksal... Das Leid sitzt am Schreibtisch und schreibt einen langen Brief. Die Trdne in seinen Augen ist wahrhaftig und tief. \ber den Ruinen von Polen flattert ein Vogel umher. Ein gro_er Todesvogel er zittert fromm mit den Fl|geln. Der gro_e Todesvogel, mein zerschlagenes Gem|t. Er trdgt auf seinen Fl|geln das grausig traurige Lied. +++++ English Translation (Alexander Maxwell) Under the ruins of Poland, a head with blonde hair. The head and the ruins there - both are real. Over the ruins of Poland, The snow falls and falls. THe blond head of my sweet girl, fills me with unbelievable sorrow Fate, my fate, fate, my fate. Pain sits at the desk, and writes a long letter. The tear in his eyes is genuine and deep. Over the ruins of Poland, a bird flys to and fro a great bird of death, he shakes his wings piously. The great bird of death, my defeated courage, carries on his wings this song oh so sad.
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