Don’t deceive me with a dove in your hands

On the hill scent of torches
Steps disappear in the darkness
Look at a child’s face
Do you remember me

Banners of freedom are flying
Shells are children’s toys
Over the river by the border
I kiss my sweetheart’s picture

Don’t deceive me with a dove in your hands
Freedom was created in suffering

People rejoice and become sad
Your kisses are mine to keep
Deaf and dumb sing hymns
Everybody is mentioning your name to me

Don’t deceive me





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