A keresés eredménye

Oh Christ, King of Glory

Oh Christ, King of glory
And merciful redeemer!
Hear my prayer,
I was bought with your blood.
You know my great sins,
That I have committed against you,
Ever since I came from my mother's womb,
Oh have mercy on me, God!
 
Remember, Lord,
Your powerful oath, which you swore to us:
That you would not allow the sinner to drown,
But to repent and to live.
I confess, I am a sinner,
I sigh, I repent, as I come to you,
And I wish you will forgive me,
For my crimes against you.
 
King almighty,
Oh Jesus ever-merciful!
Hear wretched me!
I pray to you fervently,
Who will hear me if not you?
Who will help you if not you?
If you do not hear me, or help me,
No one else can.
 
Thanks be to you, Jesus!
Praise be to you always and forever,
For you have mercy on all,
Who shout to you fervently.
And the same glory be to the Father,
And also to the Holy Spirit,
The one trinitarian Lord,
Who shall rule eternally.
 

Widow of America

:,: I was a widow of America, and that's why I sing about them, :,:
:,: I've often wiped tears of sorrow from my eyes. :,:
 
:,: Whether you're a wedded wife or a young lass. :,:
:,: you must never let your friend go to America. :,:
 
:,: But those damned men who seduce married women, :,:
:,: they ruin them worse than the frost ruins the crops. :,:
 
:,:I'm another widow of America, but none of you know that, :,:
:,: since I'm singing about myself, I have a right to sing. :,:
 
:,: And nobody knows of my sorrow except the Lord in heaven, :,:
:,: my man wouldn't shield me from the storm. :,:
 
:,: I've suffered wrongly, but I don't care a hoot, :,:
:,: but I won't keep such a man as my own. :,:
 
:,: I'm warning you widows of America, you mustn't drink vodka :,:
:,: You mustn't walk with people, or bring people over. :,:
 
:,: But those men are possessed by the devil, :,:
:,: they have wives but they seduce other women. :,:
 
:,: The men have escorted many wives to prison, :,:
:,: and they retain their honour, but what good is that for? :,:
 
:,: I was a widow of America, and that's why I sing about them, :,:
:,: I've often wiped tears of sorrow from my eyes. :,:
 

Around Midsummer

Around Midsummer the weather is warmer,
on the shores of America the boys are more loving,
Sun ralla-la-lei, sun ralla-la-lei, how they seduce us.
 
My sweetheart went to America, I was left behind like a widow,
he told me to wait for twelve years.
Sun ralla-la-lei, sun ralla-la-lei, how they seduce us.
 
Six years have gone by and that's a half,
and in the meantime I won't take a replacement for my sweetheart.
Sun ralla-la-lei, sun ralla-la-lei, how they seduce us.
 
My sweetheart left for America on top of a sand train,
here the little birds sign mournfully.
Sun ralla-la-lei, sun ralla-la-lei, how they seduce us.