They can't stop the spring |
The curtain has been raised, the wall no longer stands |
And from Lisadell to Latvia, we're singing as one clan |
The curtain has been raised, and Europe's all one stage |
And the archipelagic icicles have melted like the cage |
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We don't need no party, just a party band |
A continental choir singing hand in hand |
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They might scare the blackbird |
But they cannot stop him sing |
They may steal the honey |
But they'll never steal the sting |
They may crush the flowers |
Trample every living thing |
But they can't stop the spring |
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They might scare the blackbird |
But they cannot stop him sing |
They may steal the honey |
But they'll never steal the sting |
They may crush the flowers |
And trample every living thing |
But they can't stop the spring |
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They might scare the blackbird |
But they cannot stop him sing |
They may steal the honey |
But they'll never steal the sting |
They may crush the flowers |
And trample every living thing |
But they can't stop the spring |
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No, they can't stop the spring |