Our hometown
I want a hometown
Let the sky be blue, the branch green, the field yellow;
Let it be the land of birds, flowers.
I want a hometown
No worries at first, no longing in the heart;
Let the sibling feud finally come to an end.
I want a hometown
Neither rich-poor, nor you-I make a difference;
Let everyone have a barka at home on a winter's day.
I want a hometown
Let it be wholeheartedly like living, loving;
If there is a complaint, let it be from death.
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