Richard Israel (27/ november / kano)
If i do not stand on my feet when the sun set in, till darkness choke the sun,
A bell will surely bang to lead me to a land, where sorrow is deprived of the right to live with man
Home! Home! Home! Home! Home! My soul shout. Home!
welcome home, home! a precious land, i set to go, my will i can not control
My home will i never abadone. Sun set not again and darkness breathe not again, I have set to say good bye good bye to setting sun.
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