video1.0Network.huhttp://network.hu/Helen O'Connell - Amapolakustragaborhttp://network.hu/kustragabor<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http://slagermuzeum.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=550708&amp;pvol=40&amp;plang=hu&amp;host=http://slagermuzeum.network.hu" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><embed src="http://slagermuzeum.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=550708&amp;pvol=40&amp;plang=hu&amp;host=http://slagermuzeum.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" /></object>424345194A boy found a dream upon a distant shore
A maid with a way of whisp'ring "si senor."
Each night while guitars would softly play,
The tune seemed to dance 'round the words that he'd say:
Amapola, my pretty little poppy
You're like that lovely flow'r so sweet and heavenly,
Since I found you, my heart is wrapped around you
And loving you, it seems to beat a Rhapsody.
Amapola, the pretty little poppy
Must copy it's endearing charm from you.
Amapola, Amapola, how I long to hear you say "I love you."
The boy left his love upon a distant shore
And sailed from the one his arms were longing for.
He vowed he'd return one sunny day,
Once more to repeat what his heart had to say
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