Birds of the homeland of a song sing
Palaces aren't necessary to me
My palace is life
Money, luxury and glory
Have rushed info your life
But in my soul there is no rest
Money, glory will leave and will come
Richness of soul - froma native spirit
Birds of the homeland of a song sing
Let you live in the cities
Where second - hand market and dust
Transport, people, subway,
Distance in miles
Look back to a moment
Also think of sense
What the person is rich with
This knowledge of athought
Don't forget you the word of the wise man
Time in a year return home
Remember the mother, the word of the father
Invest intelligently in the in.
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