The winds of the mountains
There is no happiness like sitting in passion
Listening to the breath of all the grass
I'm afraid to touch my feet
My delicate flowering mountains
The smell of blue grass was nice
The rabbit's bunny, rising from the grass, was tender
In the warm mountains of Inner, like the sky of my homeland
Where else can you find pure blue?
It's different
Your territory
It's the same place where you get anointed
What is the balance?
The light of the liver
The so-called motherland
Original existence
Peaceful blue mountains
My magic paradise of life
At the foot of the My Mountains
The stone grows away
Talk to all the flowers
Only grew up playing at an early age
Smooth stones
He walks with the light of his soul on the number of all living beings
The winds of the mountains
There is no happiness like walking
Worship the translucency of your hair as a mineral water
The musical chatter of tweeting birds
There is no other classical sound like listening
The motherland of my country
My home, who worships everything
Paradise on earth is my Mountain
It brought happiness to my only age
A great mountain of destiny
My destiny
The largest country

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