<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259477016290888294</id><updated>2011-12-31T07:46:02.473-08:00</updated><category term='español'/><category term='deutsch'/><category term='english'/><category term='français'/><category term='italiano'/><title type='text'>Songs for kids - canzoni - Kinderlieder</title><subtitle type='html'>Hier haben wir für Euch Lieder gesammelt, die unsere Kinder gelernt haben und gerne singen.

This blog contains preferred song of our kids.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>markusN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bKACv3pysVg/SBNBqXydgrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-ydR5R_zil4/S220/markus_blume_oslo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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sleigh.:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A day or two ago&lt;br /&gt;  I thought I'd take a ride&lt;br /&gt;  And soon Miss Fanny Bright&lt;br /&gt;  Was seated by my side,&lt;br /&gt;  The horse was lean and lank&lt;br /&gt;  Misfortune seemed his lot&lt;br /&gt;  He got into a drifted bank&lt;br /&gt;  And then we got upsot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  |: chorus :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A day or two ago,&lt;br /&gt;  The story I must tell&lt;br /&gt;  I went out on the snow,&lt;br /&gt;  And on my back I fell;&lt;br /&gt;  A gent was riding by&lt;br /&gt;  In a one-horse open sleigh,&lt;br /&gt;  He laughed as there I sprawling lie,&lt;br /&gt;  But quickly drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  |: chorus :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now the ground is white&lt;br /&gt;  Go it while you're young,&lt;br /&gt;  Take the girls tonight&lt;br /&gt;  and sing this sleighing song;&lt;br /&gt;  Just get a bob tailed bay&lt;br /&gt;  Two forty as his speed&lt;br /&gt;Hitch him to an open sleigh&lt;br /&gt;  And crack! you'll take the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  |: chorus :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                              (from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jingle_Bells"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259477016290888294-1912668546437119823?l=meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/1912668546437119823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8259477016290888294&amp;postID=1912668546437119823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Durch die Strassen auf und nieder&lt;br /&gt;leuchten die Laternen wieder:&lt;br /&gt;rote, gelbe, grüne, blaue,&lt;br /&gt;Lieber Martin, komm und schaue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wie die Blumen in dem Garten&lt;br /&gt;blühn Laternen aller Arten:&lt;br /&gt;rote, gelbe, grüne, blaue,&lt;br /&gt;Lieber Martin, komm und schaue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und wir gehen lange Strecken&lt;br /&gt;mit Laternen an den Stecken&lt;br /&gt;rote, gelbe, grüne, blaue,&lt;br /&gt;Lieber Martin, komm und schaue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259477016290888294-533977468131886277?l=meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/533977468131886277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bKACv3pysVg/SBNBqXydgrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-ydR5R_zil4/S220/markus_blume_oslo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259477016290888294.post-1983856799298531479</id><published>2008-10-29T08:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:47:45.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deutsch'/><title type='text'>Ich geh mit meiner Laterne</title><content type='html'>Ich geh mit meiner Laterne und meine Laterne mit mir.&lt;br /&gt;Dort oben leuchten die Sterne und unten, da leuchten wir.&lt;br /&gt;Der Hahn, der kräht, die Katz miaut.&lt;br /&gt;/oder auch:/Ein Lichtermeer zu Martins Ehr!&lt;br /&gt;Rabimmel, rabammel, rabum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich geh mit meiner Laterne und meine Laterne mit mir.&lt;br /&gt;Dort oben leuchten die Sterne und unten, da leuchten wir.&lt;br /&gt;Laternenlicht, verlösch mir nicht!&lt;br /&gt;Rabimmel, rabammel, rabum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich geh mit meiner Laterne und meine Laterne mit mir.&lt;br /&gt;Dort oben leuchten die Sterne und unten, da leuchten wir.&lt;br /&gt;Mein Licht ist aus, ich geh nach Haus.&lt;br /&gt;Rabimmel, rabammel, rabum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259477016290888294-1983856799298531479?l=meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/1983856799298531479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8259477016290888294&amp;postID=1983856799298531479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/1983856799298531479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/1983856799298531479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/2008/10/ich-geh-mit-meiner-laterne.html' title='Ich geh mit meiner Laterne'/><author><name>markusN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bKACv3pysVg/SBNBqXydgrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-ydR5R_zil4/S220/markus_blume_oslo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259477016290888294.post-6571684284191462613</id><published>2008-10-29T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:47:26.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deutsch'/><title type='text'>Laterne, Laterne</title><content type='html'>Laterne, Laterne,&lt;br /&gt;Sonne, Mond und Sterne.&lt;br /&gt;Brenne auf mein Licht,&lt;br /&gt;aber nur meine liebe Laterne nicht&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259477016290888294-6571684284191462613?l=meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/6571684284191462613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8259477016290888294&amp;postID=6571684284191462613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/6571684284191462613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/6571684284191462613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/2008/10/laterne-laterne.html' title='Laterne, Laterne'/><author><name>markusN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bKACv3pysVg/SBNBqXydgrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-ydR5R_zil4/S220/markus_blume_oslo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259477016290888294.post-2984963975991956750</id><published>2008-10-29T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:47:03.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deutsch'/><title type='text'>St. Martin</title><content type='html'>St. Martin, St. Martin, St. Martin ritt durch Schnee und Wind,&lt;br /&gt;sein Roß, das trug ihn fort geschwind.&lt;br /&gt;St. Martin ritt mit leichtem Mut,&lt;br /&gt;sein Mantel deckt ihn warm und gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im Schnee saß, im Schnee saß, im Schnee, da saß ein armer Mann,&lt;br /&gt;hatt' Kleider nicht, hatt' Lumpen an:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh helft mir doch in meiner Not,&lt;br /&gt;sonst ist der bitt're Frost mein Tod!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Martin, St. Martin, St. Martin zieht die Zügel an,&lt;br /&gt;sein Roß steht still beim braven Mann.&lt;br /&gt;St. Martin mit dem Schwerte teilt&lt;br /&gt;den warmen Mantel unverweilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Martin, St. Martin, St. Martin gibt den halben still,&lt;br /&gt;der Bettler rasch ihm danken will.&lt;br /&gt;St. Martin aber ritt in Eil&lt;br /&gt;hinweg mit seinem Mantelteil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259477016290888294-2984963975991956750?l=meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/2984963975991956750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8259477016290888294&amp;postID=2984963975991956750' 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type='text'>Coccodrilli</title><content type='html'>Ci son 2 coccodrilli ed 1 orangotango,&lt;br /&gt;2 piccoli serpenti 1 aquila reale,&lt;br /&gt;1 gatto 1 topo 1 elefante non manca più nessuno,&lt;br /&gt;solo non si vedono i 2 leocorni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un dì Noè nella foresta andò,&lt;br /&gt;e tutti gli animali volle intorno a sè,&lt;br /&gt;il Signore arrabbiato il diluvio manderà,&lt;br /&gt;voi non avete colpa io vi salverò.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentre cominciava a salire il mare&lt;br /&gt;Noè vide nel cielo un grosso nuvolone&lt;br /&gt;e goccia dopo goccia il diluvio cominciò&lt;br /&gt;non posso più aspettare l'arca chiuderò!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mentre continuava a salire il mare&lt;br /&gt;e l'arca era lontana con tutti gli animali&lt;br /&gt;Noè non pensò più a chi dimendicò&lt;br /&gt;da allora più nessuno vide i due leocorni....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ci son due coccodrilli....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bKACv3pysVg/SBNBqXydgrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-ydR5R_zil4/S220/markus_blume_oslo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259477016290888294.post-3876613104428535010</id><published>2008-05-25T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T02:38:55.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italiano'/><title type='text'>Elefanti</title><content type='html'>1 elefante si dondolava,&lt;br /&gt;appeso al filo di una ragnatela,&lt;br /&gt;e reputando la cosa interessante&lt;br /&gt;andò a chiamare un'altro elefante.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 elafanti si dondolavano,&lt;br /&gt;appesi al filo di una ragnatela,&lt;br /&gt;e reputando la cosa interesante&lt;br /&gt;andarono a chiamare un'altro elefante.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 elefanti si dondolavano........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259477016290888294-3876613104428535010?l=meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/3876613104428535010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8259477016290888294&amp;postID=3876613104428535010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/3876613104428535010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/3876613104428535010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/2008/05/elefanti.html' title='Elefanti'/><author><name>markusN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bKACv3pysVg/SBNBqXydgrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-ydR5R_zil4/S220/markus_blume_oslo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259477016290888294.post-1068538361723203367</id><published>2008-05-25T01:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:17:47.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deutsch'/><title type='text'>Die Tiroler sind lustig</title><content type='html'>Die Tiroler sind lustig,&lt;br /&gt;Die Tiroler sind froh,&lt;br /&gt;Sie trinken ein Gläschen&lt;br /&gt;Und machen's dann so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Tiroler sind lustig,&lt;br /&gt;Die Tiroler sind froh,&lt;br /&gt;Sie verkaufen ihre Betten&lt;br /&gt;und schlafen auf Stroh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Tiroler sind lustig,&lt;br /&gt;Die Tiroler sind froh,&lt;br /&gt;Sie nehmen ein Weibchen&lt;br /&gt;Und tanzen dazu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erst dreht sich das Weibchen,&lt;br /&gt;Dann dreht sich der Mann,&lt;br /&gt;Dann fassen sich beide&lt;br /&gt;Und tanzen zusamm'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259477016290888294-1068538361723203367?l=meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/1068538361723203367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8259477016290888294&amp;postID=1068538361723203367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/1068538361723203367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/1068538361723203367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Frühling, Frühling, stelle dich ein!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuckuck, Kuckuck, trefflicher Held!&lt;br /&gt;Was du gesungen, ist dir gelungen:&lt;br /&gt;Winter, Winter räumet das Feld!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259477016290888294-739439000496868737?l=meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/739439000496868737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8259477016290888294&amp;postID=739439000496868737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/739439000496868737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/739439000496868737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/2008/05/kuckuck-rufts-aus-dem-wald.html' title='Kuckuck, rufts aus dem Wald'/><author><name>markusN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bKACv3pysVg/SBNBqXydgrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-ydR5R_zil4/S220/markus_blume_oslo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259477016290888294.post-3971875498328124342</id><published>2008-05-25T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:14:14.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deutsch'/><title type='text'>Wenn die Bettelleute tanzen</title><content type='html'>Wenn die Bettelleute tanzen,&lt;br /&gt;Wackeln Kober und der Ranzen.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja, ei ja,&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja so gehts, so gehts, so gehts.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja so gehts, so gehts,&lt;br /&gt;Wackeln Kober und der Ranzen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kommt man über eine Brücke,&lt;br /&gt;Klappern sie mit Stock und Krücke.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja, ei ja,&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja so gehts, so gehts, so gehts.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja so gehts, so gehts,&lt;br /&gt;Klappern sie mit Stock und Krücke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kommt der Bauer vor die Türe,&lt;br /&gt;Stehn da gleich ein Stücker viere.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja, ei ja,&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja so gehts, so gehts, so gehts.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja so gehts, so gehts,&lt;br /&gt;Stehn da gleich ein Stücker viere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kommen sie in eine Schenke,&lt;br /&gt;Spring'n sie über Tisch und Bänke.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja, ei ja,&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja so gehts, so gehts, so gehts.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja so gehts, so gehts,&lt;br /&gt;Spring'n sie über Tisch und Bänke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haben sie nun ausgeraufet&lt;br /&gt;wird der Bettelsack verschmauset.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja, ei ja,&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja so gehts, so gehts, so gehts.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja so gehts, so gehts,&lt;br /&gt;wird der Bettelsack verschmauset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eingemachte Kalbsgesichte&lt;br /&gt;sind das erste Leibgerichte.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja, ei ja,&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja so gehts, so gehts, so gehts.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja so gehts, so gehts,&lt;br /&gt;sind das erste Leibgerichte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dann stibitzte Vogeleier&lt;br /&gt;saure Gurken für zwei Dreier.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja, ei ja,&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja so gehts, so gehts, so gehts.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja so gehts, so gehts,&lt;br /&gt;saure Gurken für zwei Dreier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Für die Sechser und die Groschen&lt;br /&gt;schnapsen drauf sie unverdrossen.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja, ei ja,&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja so gehts, so gehts, so gehts.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja so gehts, so gehts,&lt;br /&gt;schnapsen drauf sie unverdrossen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nun wohlan, ihr Schwestern, Brüder,&lt;br /&gt;Seid ihr satt. so legt euch nieder.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja, ei ja,&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja so gehts, so gehts, so gehts.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja so gehts, so gehts&lt;br /&gt;Seid ihr satt. so legt euch nieder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es wird uns keiner etwas mausen,&lt;br /&gt;morgen wollen wir wieder schmausen.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja, ei ja,&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja so gehts, so gehts, so gehts.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ja so gehts, so gehts&lt;br /&gt;morgen wollen wir wieder schmausen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259477016290888294-3971875498328124342?l=meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/3971875498328124342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8259477016290888294&amp;postID=3971875498328124342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/3971875498328124342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/3971875498328124342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/2008/05/wenn-die-bettelleute-tanzen.html' title='Wenn die Bettelleute tanzen'/><author><name>markusN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bKACv3pysVg/SBNBqXydgrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-ydR5R_zil4/S220/markus_blume_oslo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259477016290888294.post-7673848888277627225</id><published>2008-05-25T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:09:00.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deutsch'/><title type='text'>Lachend kommt der Sommer</title><content type='html'>Lachend, lachend, lachend, lachend,&lt;br /&gt;kommt der Sommer über das Feld,&lt;br /&gt;über das Feld kommt er lachend, ha-ha-ha,&lt;br /&gt;lachend über das Feld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259477016290888294-7673848888277627225?l=meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/7673848888277627225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8259477016290888294&amp;postID=7673848888277627225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/7673848888277627225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/7673848888277627225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/2008/05/lachend-kommt-der-sommer.html' title='Lachend kommt der Sommer'/><author><name>markusN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bKACv3pysVg/SBNBqXydgrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-ydR5R_zil4/S220/markus_blume_oslo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259477016290888294.post-9163724010998719725</id><published>2008-05-25T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:03:47.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='español'/><title type='text'>Veo..Veo...</title><content type='html'>Veo veo que ves una cosita y que cosita es&lt;br /&gt;empieza con la "A", que sera, que sera, que sera&lt;br /&gt;alefante no no no eso no no no&lt;br /&gt;eso no no no no es así&lt;br /&gt;con la "A" se escribe amor con la a se escribe adiós&lt;br /&gt;la alegría del amigo y un monton de cosas más&lt;br /&gt;veo veo que ves una cosita y que cosita es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empieza con la "E", que sere, que sere, que sere&lt;br /&gt;eyuntamiento no no no eso no no no&lt;br /&gt;eso no no no no es así&lt;br /&gt;con la "E" de la emocíon estudiamos la expresíon&lt;br /&gt;y entonando esta cancíon encontramos la verdad&lt;br /&gt;Veo veo que ves una cosita y que cosita es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empieza con la "I", que seri, que seri, que seri&lt;br /&gt;invidia no no no eso no no no&lt;br /&gt;eso no no no no es así&lt;br /&gt;con la "I" nuestra ilusíon va intentando imarginar&lt;br /&gt;cuan insolita inquietud una infancia sin maldad&lt;br /&gt;veo veo que ves una cosita y que cosita es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empieza con la "O", que sero, que sero, que sero&lt;br /&gt;oscuela no no no eso no no no&lt;br /&gt;eso no no no no es así&lt;br /&gt;olvidaba de observar que es odiable odiar y odiar&lt;br /&gt;que el horror aunque es con h es horror hasta el final&lt;br /&gt;Veo veo que ves una cosita y que cosita es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empieza con la "U", que seru, que seru, que seru&lt;br /&gt;umbligo no no no eso no no no eso no no no no es así&lt;br /&gt;con la unión que hizo la u un planeta unificó&lt;br /&gt;y universos ella unió con la u de la unidad&lt;br /&gt;Veo veo que ves una cosita y que cosita es&lt;br /&gt;empieza con la efe que seraf que seraf que seraf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final si si si eso si si si eso si si si si es asi&lt;br /&gt;si si si eso si si si eso si si si llegó el final&lt;br /&gt;cha cha cha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259477016290888294-9163724010998719725?l=meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/9163724010998719725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8259477016290888294&amp;postID=9163724010998719725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/9163724010998719725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/9163724010998719725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/2008/05/veoveo.html' title='Veo..Veo...'/><author><name>markusN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bKACv3pysVg/SBNBqXydgrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-ydR5R_zil4/S220/markus_blume_oslo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259477016290888294.post-4254314628380257347</id><published>2008-05-25T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:00:15.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Wheels on the Bus</title><content type='html'>The wheels on the bus go round and round,&lt;br /&gt;round and round,&lt;br /&gt;round and round.&lt;br /&gt;The wheels on the bus go round and round,&lt;br /&gt;all through the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish;&lt;br /&gt;Swish, swish, swish;&lt;br /&gt;Swish, swish, swish.&lt;br /&gt;The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish,&lt;br /&gt;all through the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horn on the bus goes beep, beep, beep;&lt;br /&gt;Beep, beep, beep;&lt;br /&gt;Beep, beep, beep.&lt;br /&gt;The horn on the bus goes beep, beep, beep,&lt;br /&gt;all through the town..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The money on the bus goes, clink, clink, clink;&lt;br /&gt;Clink, clink, clink;&lt;br /&gt;Clink, clink, clink.&lt;br /&gt;The money on the bus goes, clink, clink, clink,&lt;br /&gt;all through the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver on the bus says "Move on back,&lt;br /&gt;move on back, move on back;"&lt;br /&gt;The Driver on the bus says "Move on back",&lt;br /&gt;all through the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby on the bus says "Wah, wah, wah;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, wah, wah;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, wah, wah".&lt;br /&gt;The baby on the bus says "Wah, wah, wah",&lt;br /&gt;all through the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mommy on the bus says "Shush, shush, shush;&lt;br /&gt;Shush, shush, shush;&lt;br /&gt;Shush, shush, shush."&lt;br /&gt;The mommy on the bus says "Shush, shush, shush"&lt;br /&gt;all through the town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259477016290888294-4254314628380257347?l=meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/4254314628380257347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8259477016290888294&amp;postID=4254314628380257347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/4254314628380257347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/4254314628380257347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/2008/05/wheels-on-bus.html' title='Wheels on the Bus'/><author><name>markusN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259477016290888294-5224507194494187165?l=meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/5224507194494187165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8259477016290888294&amp;postID=5224507194494187165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/5224507194494187165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/5224507194494187165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/2008/05/suse-liebe-suse-was-raschelt-im-stroh.html' title='Suse liebe Suse was raschelt im Stroh?'/><author><name>markusN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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O jemine!&lt;br /&gt;Die Katze lief im Schnee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A B C, die Katze lief zur Höh!&lt;br /&gt;Sie leckt ihr kaltes Pfötchen rein&lt;br /&gt;Und putzt sich auch die Stiefelein&lt;br /&gt;Und ging nicht mehr, und ging nicht mehr&lt;br /&gt;Ging nicht mehr in den Schnee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259477016290888294-9217429735299094409?l=meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/9217429735299094409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8259477016290888294&amp;postID=9217429735299094409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/9217429735299094409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/9217429735299094409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/2008/05/b-c-die-katze-lief-im-schnee.html' title='A B C die Katze lief im Schnee'/><author><name>markusN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bKACv3pysVg/SBNBqXydgrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-ydR5R_zil4/S220/markus_blume_oslo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259477016290888294.post-7299365812042143987</id><published>2008-05-25T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:49:21.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deutsch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='français'/><title type='text'>Frère Jacques</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="fr" lang="fr"&gt;Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques,&lt;br /&gt;Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?&lt;br /&gt;Sonnez les matines! Sonnez les matines!&lt;br /&gt;Din, dan, don. Din, dan, don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Are you sleeping, Are you sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;Brother John? Brother John?&lt;br /&gt;Morning bells are ringing, Morning bells are ringing.&lt;br /&gt;Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruder Jakob, Bruder Jakob,&lt;br /&gt;Schläfst du noch? Schläfst du noch?&lt;br /&gt;Hörst du nicht die Glocken, Hörst du nicht die Glocken?&lt;br /&gt;Ding, dang, dong, Ding, dang, dong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frà Martino, Campanaro,&lt;br /&gt;Dormi tu? Dormi tu?&lt;br /&gt;Suona le campane, Suona le campane,&lt;br /&gt;Din, don, dan, Din, don, dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Translations_of_Fr%C3%A8re_Jacques"&gt;Translations of Frère Jacques&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 class="firstHeading"&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259477016290888294-7299365812042143987?l=meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/7299365812042143987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8259477016290888294&amp;postID=7299365812042143987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/7299365812042143987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/7299365812042143987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/2008/05/frre-jacques.html' title='Frère Jacques'/><author><name>markusN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bKACv3pysVg/SBNBqXydgrI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-ydR5R_zil4/S220/markus_blume_oslo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259477016290888294.post-1336498392400894077</id><published>2008-05-25T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:46:12.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deutsch'/><title type='text'>Trarira! Der Sommer ist da!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Trarira! Der Sommer ist da!&lt;br /&gt;Wir woll´n hinaus in´n Garten&lt;br /&gt;Und woll´n des Sommers warten.&lt;br /&gt;Trarira! Der Sommer ist da!    &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Trarira! Der Sommer ist da!&lt;br /&gt;Wir wollen hinter die Hecken&lt;br /&gt;Und woll'n den Sommer wecken.&lt;br /&gt;Trarira! Der Sommer ist da&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Trarira! Der Sommer ist da!&lt;br /&gt;Der Sommer hat gewonnen,&lt;br /&gt;Der Winter hat verloren.&lt;br /&gt;Trarira! Der Sommer ist da!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259477016290888294-1336498392400894077?l=meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/1336498392400894077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8259477016290888294&amp;postID=1336498392400894077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/1336498392400894077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/1336498392400894077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/2008/05/trarira-der-sommer-ist-da.html' title='Trarira! 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Fallersleben ( 1798-1874 ),     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weise: Karl Friedrich Zelter ( 1758-1832 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259477016290888294-6927026438933794973?l=meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/6927026438933794973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8259477016290888294&amp;postID=6927026438933794973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/6927026438933794973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/6927026438933794973'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;accucciata rimarrò!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girotondo dell' zucchina,&lt;br /&gt;mangeremo la minestrina,&lt;br /&gt;allupé, allupé,&lt;br /&gt;accucciata rimarrò!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girotondo della salsiccia,&lt;br /&gt;mangeremo una bella pizza,&lt;br /&gt;allupé, allupé,&lt;br /&gt;accucciata rimarrò!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girotondo della carotta,&lt;br /&gt;mangeremo una buona trota,&lt;br /&gt;allupé, allupé,&lt;br /&gt;accucciata rimarrò!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259477016290888294-2879676953424386561?l=meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/2879676953424386561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8259477016290888294&amp;postID=2879676953424386561' title='0 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type='text'>Trotta trotta cavalin'</title><content type='html'>Trotta trotta cavalin'&lt;br /&gt;Trotta trotta cavalin'&lt;br /&gt;Per andare al mulin'&lt;br /&gt;e per ritornar!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trotta trotta cavalin'&lt;br /&gt;Trotta trotta cavalin'&lt;br /&gt;questa notte tu lo sai&lt;br /&gt;devi riposar'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259477016290888294-560509336077837982?l=meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/560509336077837982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8259477016290888294&amp;postID=560509336077837982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/560509336077837982'/><link 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casca la terra tutti a far la guerra&lt;br /&gt;giro girotondo casca il mondo casca la terra tutti sotto terra&lt;br /&gt;giro girotondo casca il mondo casca la terra siamo ancora terra…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259477016290888294-9187050357432198792?l=meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinekinderlieder.blogspot.com/feeds/9187050357432198792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8259477016290888294&amp;postID=9187050357432198792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259477016290888294/posts/default/9187050357432198792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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