I take music and write a saga
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Our village is fresh from spring flowers
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Flowering meadows, orchards
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Flowering meadows, orchards
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How beautiful and beautiful our village is
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How beautiful and beautiful our village is
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Our village, our village, our village
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Our village, our village, our village
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Our village of apples, quinces and pomegranates
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Our village of apples, quinces and pomegranates
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Gold of every land, stone
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That is why your head is high above the mountains
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Shakir, let me add a thousand and one sagas to you
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Shakir, let me add a thousand and one sagas to you
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Return to Gulistan, our beautiful village
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Return to Gulistan, our beautiful village
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Our village, our village, our village
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Our village, our village, our village
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Our village of apples, quinces and pomegranates
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Our village of apples, quinces and pomegranates
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The cube fits the flirtatious wound
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If he wears a white top, it is dirty
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To those who are really handsome
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To those who are really handsome |