Erus us d'r Stadt
Af noh Wahn eren en d'r Flejer
Three thousand kilometers
Wick fatt von zo Huus
Tel Aviv is the airport where I arrive'
Foreign Luck, Stranger Spoken
And I'm going to let myself know what's going on
What's fat now?
I'll put three moons now
On the kibbutz milk the Köh
Un would slowly go to the Boor
I'm in Heimwih, sök op Meddelwell
Now I understand that
Suddenly weed and hell
That's the speech that I hear
That's what I'm talking about
I want to see Foþ noh Kà ¶lle jon
I love the calendar
Un zöll' janz stekum de Dage
Three moons all the time
I still have three moons us
I read things Bref zom
Hundred and fiftieth Mol
Saach: En Kölle es Rän
Un ich möch su jä n me you
Im Rän ens ston
I want to see Foþ noh Kölle jon
That is the speech that I hear
That's what it's for, I'm so happy with it.
I'd like to see him again

INVIA LE CORREZIONI