
English version: Dominique, nique, nique Goes along very simply Traveling in poverty and singing. On every road, in every place, He just talks about the Lord, He just talks about the Lord. In the age when John Lackland Was the king of England, Our father, Dominique, Fought the Albigensians. Dominique, nique, nique Goes along very simply Traveling in poverty and singing. On every road, in every place, He just talks about the Lord, He just talks about the Lord. One day a heretic Led him through the brambles, But our father, Dominique, Through his own joy, converted him. Dominique, nique, nique Goes along very simply Traveling in poverty and singing. On every road, in every place, He just talks about the Lord, He just talks about the Lord. Without a camel or a coach, He travelled Europe on foot, Scandinavia and Provence, In saintly poverty. Dominique, nique, nique Goes along very simply Traveling in poverty and singing. On every road, in every place, He just talks about the Lord, He just talks about the Lord. He enflamed with ardor Boys and girls of every school, And by sowing the word He founded the Brother Preachers. Dominique, nique, nique Goes along very simply Traveling in poverty and singing. On every road, in every place, He just talks about the Lord, He just talks about the Lord. In the home of Dominique and his brothers, Bread started becoming scarce, And two angels presented themselves, Bearing two great golden loaves. Dominique, nique, nique Goes along very simply <b>...</b>
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