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My mother only raised me until I was twenty.
Song
1. My mother raised me only until I was twenty.
Now the republic is taking care of me.
Don't cry, my dear good mother, I'll be back,
The starry sky will bring me back.
2. They blow the trumpet, we have to march in.
They beat the brass drum, we have to ride a horse.
There's bread for two days, that's not enough.
May the republic, the starry sky, tear you apart.
Now the republic is taking care of me.
Don't cry, my dear good mother, I'll be back,
The starry sky will bring me back.
2. They blow the trumpet, we have to march in.
They beat the brass drum, we have to ride a horse.
There's bread for two days, that's not enough.
May the republic, the starry sky, tear you apart.