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(Apoen nazioartekotzaren ereserkia)
The Volga flows through the city of Kazan
The priest salutes the toad with a kick
All the White Cossacks are happy
The Soviet era has gone
The bridge at Lisbon beautifies the Tejo
The toad picks up his old friend, Pessoa
Tavern bound they sing and stagger
The best poets improve with wine
The Mississippi flows through the land of Luisiana
That river arose from a toad's eye
Because it is not white and it is small
Soon the poor wretch will have a call by
the KluKlux Klan
Oh, if the puddles weren' t full of toads,
Who would make this life happy?
I escape from my sorrows playing the accordion
Better to hardly live than to live hard
The palaces of Paris need the Seine
As do the Versailles flowers the toad
What was red in the Comune revolt
Is coming from the right, with lame leg
The Thames is the boast of London
The toad knocks on all doors for work
Robin Hood broke his arrow some time ago
Now the bow needs another arm
The Nile ends at that dirty Cairo
The toad pleads Allah's clemency
Nowhere is the poor-born happy
A leg broken by Ali's car
Oh, if the puddles...
The River Plate comes out at Buenos Aires
From there the toad calls
Water it has but not money
Playing the tango as sad as Piazzola
At Bayonne the Aturri meets the sea
Nor here does the toad find a living
With little egalité and less liberté
Because his intentions may not be
altogether proper
Amazon Danube Ganges Po Zambezi
This world is not well
But let us not lose hope
At the bottom of every puddle there is a toad
Oh, if the puddles...
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