Mein Michel - Zupfgeigenhansel
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Mein Michel - Zupfgeigenhansel

Год
1977
Язык
`German`
Длительность
162760

Below is the lyrics of the song Mein Michel , artist - Zupfgeigenhansel with translation

Lyrics " Mein Michel "

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Mein Michel

Zupfgeigenhansel

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Du hast Bataillone, Schwadronen

Batterien, Maschinengewehr

Du hast auch die größten Kanonen —

Mein Michel, was willst du noch mehr?

Mein Michel, was willst du noch mehr?

Du hast zwei Dutzend Monarchen

Lakaien und Pfaffen, ein Heer

Beseeligt kannst du da schnarchen —

Mein Michel, was willst du noch mehr?

Mein Michel, was willst du noch mehr?

Du hast ungezählt' Paragraphen —

Die Gefängnisse werden nicht leer

Du kannst auch in Schutzhaft drin schlafen —

Mein Michel, was willst du noch mehr?

Mein Michel, was willst du noch mehr?

Du hast die beträchtlichsten Steuern

Deine Junker plagen sich sehr

Um dir das Brot zu verteuern —

Mein Michel, was willst du noch mehr?

Mein Michel, was willst du noch mehr?

Du hast Kohlrüben und Eicheln

Und trägst du nach and’rem Begehr

So darfst du am Bauche dich streicheln —

Mein Michel, was willst du noch mehr?

Mein Michel, was willst du noch mehr?

Du darfst exerzieren, marschieren

Am Kasernenhof die kreuz die und quer

Und dann für den Kaiser krepieren —

Mein Michel, was willst du noch mehr?

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You have battalions, squadrons

Batteries, machine gun

You also have the biggest guns—

My Michel, what more do you want?

My Michel, what more do you want?

You have two dozen monarchs

Lackeys and priests, an army

You can snore blissfully —

My Michel, what more do you want?

My Michel, what more do you want?

You have uncounted paragraphs —

The prisons are not empty

You can also sleep in protective custody —

My Michel, what more do you want?

My Michel, what more do you want?

You have the biggest taxes

Your squires are very toiled

To make your bread more expensive —

My Michel, what more do you want?

My Michel, what more do you want?

You have swedes and acorns

And you carry after other desires

So you can stroke your belly —

My Michel, what more do you want?

My Michel, what more do you want?

You can exercise, march

At the barracks yard the criss-cross

And then perish for the emperor —

My Michel, what more do you want?

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