verflug noch mal, was ist los, welcher staub und schmutz hier, bil gras, schweinerei. people serve, who gives what? well, shpilya, play, i'll listen. can i tune the violin? call the organist. this is my music, take the boy, look like a veil, memorize the little boy, a german song, the soldier is glad, they listen, i do what i now ordered. but take off your clothes, come here, why don’t you take off your clothes, i thought you were ours, but you are for the germans. i hate fascists, and so do i, why do you? i was a pianist in polst, gostopovites they wanted to arrest me, i ran away from them here, but i’m afraid that they will find me here too, don’t be afraid, i will take you to the forest, to the forest, you won’t tell anyone, no, i’m a partisan, help me find my dad. and we will run away together into the forest to our people, and where is your dad? i don’t know, maybe here, yesterday a lot of people were grabbed in the city, we’ll find and run away to... all three of us, i just thought, in order for a person to be happy, he just needs to eat very tasty food on time,