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Ade, ade, ade,
Es muß, es muß geschieden sein
Ade, ade, ade,
Es geht um Deutschlands Gloria,
Gloria, Gloria,
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! Viktoria
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! Viktoria!
Visier und Ziel sind eingestellt
Ade, ade, ade,
Auf Stalin, Churchill, Roosevelt,
Ade, ade, ade,
Es geht um Deutschlands Gloria,
Gloria, Gloria,
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! Viktoria
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! Viktoria!
Wir ruhen und wir rasten nicht
Ade, ade, ade,
Bis daß die Satansbrut zerbricht,
Ade, ade, ade,
Es geht um Deutschlands Gloria,
Gloria, Gloria,
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! Viktoria
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! Viktoria!
Reich mir die Hand zum Scheidegruß
Ade, ade, ade,
Und deinen Mund zum Abschiedskuß
Ade, ade, ade,
Es geht um Deutschlands Gloria,
Gloria, Gloria,
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! Viktoria!
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! Viktoria!
and it's called: Erika.
Hot from a hundred thousand little bees
that swarm over Erica
because her heart is full of sweetness,
her flowery dress gives off a delicate scent.
On the heath a little flower blooms
and it's called: Erika.
Back home lives a little blonde farm maid
and she's called: Erika.
This girl is my faithful little darling
and my good fortune, Erika.
When the flower on the heath blooms red-lilac,
I sing her this song in greeting.
On the heath a little flower blooms
and it's called: Erika.
Another little flower blooms in my small room
and it's called: Erika.
Already in the first rays of the morning, as well as at dusk,
it looks at me, Erika.
And then it seems to me it speaks aloud:
"Are you also thinking of your little bride?"
Back home a farm maid weeps for you
and she's called Erika.