Curse not this lovely land of mine,
Pull not the trigger and I'll be fine,
Drink and eat with me in the table of brotherhood,
Love is served as the most nutritious food.
Take not what is not yours,
Don't let me run like a scared horse,
Ruin not the place where I belong,
A place where I used to sing my love song.
Pollute not the river of love,
Show me no violence and let me grow up,
Let me sleep in the absence of war,
Wake me up tomorrow and help me to reach the glorious star.
Let the sun face the morning,
Let the bells of love ring,
Light the torch with the brightest flame,
Let the bird sing its song again.
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