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A German sailor sailed
Not long ago through the canal
And thought: the Hitler affair
Will surely one day,
That’s beyond question for me,
Soon be over,
I wait for it every day,
And if it happens, it would be fine
I want to go on foreign waters
Finally back home,
Home suits me better,
I wish the war were over.
At home, I have a little boy,
I‘ve never seen him yet,
He has a dimple in his chin
And he can speak quite well.
That‘s what my wife wrote,
Because otherwise I wouldn‘t know,
I haven‘t been over there for three years,
I‘m doing my duty here,
I sail as a German sailor
On a torpedo boat,
And I‘m in a pickle,
And I wish the Führer dead,
And I wish our navy
Would behave like in the last war,
And stop the war machine,
That would be the true victory.
Post-Editing: Sylvia Stawski, Ernst Sittig
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