No matter where the accordion comes from
From Amsterdam or the Baltic
It knows all the music
It knows all the songs

It has a sentimental soul
But an international heart
The accordion of the old suburbs
That plays sorrow and then love
It has sung in Warsaw
In Ukraine and in Romania
It has rocked old Europe
In front of a glass or a mug
It still says, it says nonetheless
That the blood that beats in our veins
That the blood that beats in our hearts
Is the same color everywhere

No matter where the accordion comes from
From Amsterdam or the Baltic
It knows all the music
It knows all the songs

It knows how many flags
Have fallen at Waterloo
And that the soldiers' song
Often ends upside down
It knows all this and more
And that's why it screams so loudly
That nothing is more beautiful than love
And that one fine day
All the people of the planet
Whether they are from China or from far away
Join in the song
That the accordions sing

No matter where the accordion comes from
From Amsterdam or the Baltic
It knows all the music
It knows all the songs

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