Szirénfalva, Ptruksa
Blonde girl goes to the cigar factory
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1. A blonde girl goes to the cigar factory,Her mother walks after her crying.Cry, my mother, the Sunday ball will make you cry,An eighteen-year-old girl will make you cry.2. From now on, I don't believe the young man,He has two colors, like the poplar leaf,I'll show this outlaw w... Read More
Deworming
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Szipács, the learned man of Sirénfalva
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