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"The fascists of the future will call themselves anti-fascists."
Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if games like this are banned in the near future. It's getting worse and worse. You can't even have an interest in WW2 history without being labeled a Nazi these days. (I'm sure the word Nazi is banned on steam. Oh wow, guess not.)
Change the pitch of the audio at that time level slightly enough so the human ears dont give a ♥♥♥♥, but the checking algo and stuff on youtube wont be able to pick it up. Still works that trick I think. Bung it into adobe premier pro to fix that shizzle.
The song is a beautiful bit of marching music and because it was adopted later on by the wehrmacht it gets shot down in flames. stupid people with stupid pushed on thoughts.
Erika
On the heath, there blooms a little flower
and it's called : Erika.
Eagerly a hundred thousand little bees,
swarm around, Erika.
For her heart is full of sweetness,
a tender scent escapes her blossom-gown.
On the heath, there blooms a little flower
and it's called : Erika.
Back at home, there lives a little maiden
and she's called : Erika.
That girl is my faithful little darling
and my joy, Erika!
When the heather blooms in a reddish purple,
I sing her this song in greeting.
On the heath, there blooms a little flower
and it's called : Erika.
In my room, there also blooms a little flower
and it's called : Erika.
Already In the grey of dawn, as it does at dusk,
It looks at me, Erika!
And it is as if it spoke aloud:
"Are you thinking of your fiancée?"
Back at home, a maiden weeps for you
and she's called : Erika