Feed all alive with milk
and honey,
That is my own, my mother land!
Whose heart full of love never says, No!
As I follow footsteps of a divine father.
If she give me bread and water to grow
Who weed, till and seed
the land?
With labor of love and
carry a load,
Who never to himself said, No!
Who never to himself said, No!
That is my own, my mother land!
Whose heart full of love never says, No!
As I follow footsteps of a divine father.
I have to never wonder or
wander.
If she give me bread and water to grow
I accept in the breathe
makes me well;
For her I am ready to sale my own brain
For her I am ready to sale my own brain
I never forgot to respect
my mother land
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