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