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Coachman, hurry up, faster! Drive faster |
Someone's waiting for me, my heart tells me |
My sweetheart waits for me there |
From whom I've so long been parted. :: |
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How gentle and tender floods the evening dusk |
Wrapping all in its silvery veil |
And in the beloved fields of my native land |
Hark! songs resound as festivals are celebrated there! |
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There's no place I need hurry anymore |
My sweetheart didn't keep her promise |
From whom I've so long been parted :: |
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How dark and wretched floods the evening dusk |
Wrapping all in its ashen burial shroud |
And in the beloved fields of my native land |
I wander alone as if in some strange land. |
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Well, now, isn't that something? :: |