Re: na piątkowe popołudnie

<Your eyes are crystal blue, like the great ocean.
So immensely deep and true, that you could almost drown.
And your hair is golden blond, like a ripened field of wheat.
Shining brightly, pure and true, when the sun falls on it!
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You are an Aryan Child, with all our love!
The fate of the world lies in your heart, and within your cradle.
You are an Aryan Child, with all our love!
The fate of the world lies in your heart, and within your cradle.

The light of the full moon, looks down into your bed.
Watching ever over you, you are never left alone.
And the brown teddy bear, guarding bravely by your side.
When the subhumans come, through the cold and blackened night!

You are an Aryan Child, with all our love!
The fate of the world lies in your heart, and within your cradle.
You are an Aryan Child, with all our love!
The fate of the world lies in your heart, and within your cradle.

You still don't understand, that all people are not good.
Remaining innocent, an Aryan that's true.
Your blood is clean and pure, that's the reason they hate you.
But you can guarantee, THEY WILL NEVER GET TO YOU!

You are an Aryan Child, with all our love!
The fate of the world lies in your heart, and within your cradle.
You are an Aryan Child, with all our love!
The fate of the world lies in your heart, and within your cradle.