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The Balonyi street is dusty, dusty
Song
The Balonyi street is dusty, dusty,
If I walk along it.
My baby's window is opening, opening,
If I look in through it.
Open your windows, my baby.
Let me tell you my complaints,
Because a recruit has many complaints,
There is no one to listen to him.
If I walk along it.
My baby's window is opening, opening,
If I look in through it.
Open your windows, my baby.
Let me tell you my complaints,
Because a recruit has many complaints,
There is no one to listen to him.