Mamatschi deutsche Übersetzung
von Heintje

Mamatschi
There was once a very little boy
Who begged so nicely and sweetly
“Mamatschi, give me a small horse,
A horse would be my paradise.”
And then the little man received
A pair of horses made of marzipan
He looks at these, cries and says
I did not want horses like these
Mamatschi, give me a small horse
A horse would be my paradise
Mamatschi I did not want horses like these


Winter came to the land
And his request was granted
The Christ child came flying in
And brought him what he requested
Under the Christmas tree proudly stood
Two horses made of painted wood
He looks at these, cries and says
I did not want horses like these
Mamatschi, give me a . . . .

And many years went by
And the boy became a man
There stopped, the windows tightly curtained
Before the house a magnificent carriage and horses
In front of a splendid state coach
Four horses finely bejewelled and beautiful
Drawing his poor dear mother for him
And his youth became clear to see

“Mamatschi, give me a small horse
A horse would be my paradise.”
Mamatschi I did not want funeral horses
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