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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