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My sisters and brothers lying at that high mountain |
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I will sing my melody at your convenient snore |
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Please listen, please get happy and excited |
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My mountains and all that green fields |
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My mother land, it still the same looking, like it would be waiting |
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Covering with golden- yellow colored scarf of steppe |
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The lake Cheder is offered to me like a cup of tea |
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At the sunrise melody of flying storks with the glory of the |
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morning |
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Covered with morning mist, like white scatf-haadak |
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The lake Cheder is presented to me with the words: |
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"It’s your mirror, look?" |
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Thousand years can pass by |
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Our love will never end... |
