My country is above the love,
Your personality is in my country.
We are upset, fully loving and defined,
Like a natural being, a human reality.
Underneath the clouds and the sky full of storms,
My nation speaks to the laughter of lightning,
Loathing our special reality, in my voice.
My county is also a special district,
Of the playing, of sports and other recreation.
We reside here forming slow movements,
Building victorious signals according to the mind.
Like human beings the doctors also wait,
For the signals and lightning bolts
That the country has suffered.
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