Der Sohn der Näherin [English translation]

There once was a little town

That was surrounded by dust

Within her lived

The son of a seamstress

His face a bit pale

Always clearing his throat

And in the brook by the valley

Lifeless fishes down below

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The parents died quite early

Although not that old

But things took their path and soon

All that counted for him was the now

Later then, he courted a lass

Pondered and asked himself why

The sun wouldn't shine anymore

But too late, his time was up

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