Lyrics:
Drob'n am Berg, das is' bekannt
Da passiert so allerhand
Und wer weiß, ob's wirklich stimmt
Auf der Alm da gibt's koa Sünd
Auf der Alm, der Alm
3alm 3la ta chihaja rah 3alm bli 3alm 3liha ghi lah ma 3alm 3la walo
Ma m3alm mn tahed 3alm bli kayn lah lwahed
Wakha t3alm wakha chela l'kmat ba9in
Alms! Alms!
For a miserable woman
On a miserable chilly morning
Oh, thank yer, sir, thank yer
'Ow would you like a little muff, dear
A little jig jig
Papa, weißt du wo ich jetzt gerne wär?
Auf 1800 Metern
Tief im Herzen Südtirols
Liegt Sepps Alm im schönen Ahrntal
Das ganze Jahr ist hier was los
alm, don't ask me for alms
Don't ask me to follow you anywhere, don't ask me for alms
All aboard at port be, hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry
All
Hey das ist Happy Blasmusik - von Alm zu Alm reisst´s alle mit,
Und bis hinab ins tiefe Tal, hoert man den goldnen Echo-Hall.
Ja das ist Happy
alm, don't ask me for a-a-alms
Don't ask me to follow you anywhere, don't ask me for alms
All aboard at port be, hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry
All
droben auf der Alm
Solo: Instrumental
Bei Volksmusik und Blasmusik
Geht´s zum ersten Tanz
Und die schöne Sennerin
Holt sich gleich den Franz
Und der Sepp
done that and lost a wink's
sleep over it, either.
Beggar Woman:
Alms! Alms!
For a miserable woman
On a miserable chilly morning.
Thank you, sir, thank
dwaha
Wahia ha rachid barca alm3nawi
Wahia ha chofo khoya rah dwaha
Awlidi jabo chra3 lhawd ha
Wahia ha chofo khoya rah dwaha
Whlidi ha jabo chra3 frwah
Peter and John went to pray.
They met a lame man on the way.
He asked for alms and held out his palms,
And this is what Peter did say:
“Silver
postmoderna
Alm tu giveaway
Consigue fama, modo fairplay
Alm tu giveaway
Consigue fama, modo fairplay
Escribo patrones, colisiono hadrones, creando universos,
hali 3aych fghram wtghrbti bla wli wlghrba hram*2
Hobek azine ana li bghito *2
Aghrok fia alyam khyalek mal9ito *2
Wha sa3ef alm9dem ha *4
Wbnt l3aila
ver o teu privacy ou onlyfans
Quero ver essas novinha fazendo o Pa-ra-pampa
Pa-ram-pa-pampa, Pa-ram-pa-pampa
Alm de ser teu assinante, novinha, virei
by the currents, blown by the wind
Only nature rules with an iron hand
Throw your alms to heaven, throw your arms ‘round me
Throw your alms
Alms! Alms!
For a miserable woman
On a miserable chilly morning
Thank yer, sir
Thank yer
Ma'am, could you tell me whose house this is?
kanviski
Ch7al darboni f dahri ou lamo allah li 3alm (allah li 3alm)
Tfaw lbola ou zadou nssaw klamhoum (nssaw klamhoum)
Douga, douga daba sbar ou
mischief, mischief
Fiend
Alms, alms
And though I'll think of you, I guess
Until the day I die
I think I miss you less and less
As every day goes by
mischief, mischief
Fiend
Alms, alms
And though I'll think of you, I guess
Until the day I die
I think I miss you less and less
As every day goes by
teach me how to sing
If I cannot fly
Let me sing (look at me)
Alms!
Alms!
For a miserable woman
Beg your pardon, it's you, sir
Thank yer, thank
mischief, mischief
Fiend
Alms, alms
And though I'll think of you, I guess
Until the day I die
I think I miss you less and less
As every day goes by
mischief, mischief
Fiend
Alms, alms
And though I'll think of you, I guess
Until the day I die
I think I miss you less and less
As every day goes by
Phase out
Sinking
Through the soil
Through the chatter
Almost tragic until your captors fade away
Alms from the Mother
Deader than Saturn
along
I am just a beggar who gives alms
Gold and silver have I none, but such I have give thee
Borrowed words from the one, who gave the gift to me
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