uccelli cantassero la loro dolce canzone La donna del troll della montagna con lingua falsa ed ingannevole propose al signore: Herr Mannelig, Herr Mannelig
innan solen upprann Innan foglarna borjade sjunga Bergatrollet friden vill fager ungersven Hon haden falskeliger tunga :Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig
morgon innan solen upprann Innan foglarna borjade sjunga Bergatroliet friade till fager ungersven Hon hade en falskeliger tunga :Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig
tolf Som ga uti rosendelunde Aldrig har det varit nagon sadel uppa dem Ej heller betsel uti munnen :Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i mig For
morgon innan solen upprann Innan foglarna borjade sjunga Bergatrollet friden vill fager ungersven Hon haden falskeliger tunga :Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig
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allerletzte Glied, und ihr Hass vertrieb die Sterne, und sie folgten all den Lowen, und sie winkten all den Herren, all den Herren dieser Welt.
: {Refrain:} Hey Monsieur! L'homme Orchestre Joue moi ta chanson J'ai pas sommeil Et la vie Me Men'seul' n'importe ou Het Monsieur L'homme Orchestre
: (Francois Welgryn/Antoine Essertier) Du bas des mauvaises passes que le sort peut heurter Du haut des tours de Pise de trois cents milles etages
We've taken all you've given Yet it's gettin' hard to make a livin' Mr. President have pity on the working man We ain't asking you to love us You may
Can you judge a man By the way he wears his hair? Can you read his mind By the clothes that he wears? Can you see a bad man By the pattern on his tie?
The sun shines on the aluminium I guess this must be the home of the hitmen
So I find myself among The brave Southwestern hills Running like a madman on the moor Let the sweet Atlantic rain Wash away my youth The Men-An-Tol shone
All around I hear the sound of money But I ain't got a nickel to my name And everywhere I look I see temptation She stands on every corner and calls my