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Before we left they told me, "Take all the feather beds." In America, they sleep on hard mattresses. Even in winter! I leave everything familiar behind. I will work. I will make. Nothing will ever be the same again They told me I mustn't carry money in a pocketbook. I must sew it into the lining of my jacket They said one virtue is needed in America: cheek. Do not say, "I cannot. I do not know." Next year, in Jеrusalem - no. Next year, in Amеrica. Here is our Promised Land! We talk about America. We dream about America. We all have one wish: We will be Americans! [Instrumental]
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