There. On the home page of our hills. we crawl every morning to the slopes berbatu. Do'a inter-do'a who has been a seed. Seed flower purple carnations similar. We can not afford to bear a lot of multicolored flowers. Our land dry land but not fuse negerimu: a country with hills of sand, where the sun beam scan with a very sharp eye.

O thou, a man with a pinion Na'amah in the chest. We persembahkankan spray purple flowers every morning to menemanimu the woman in the country. With all the simplicity and the womb of leluka: we hug each other and crave her yourself as a leader of the martyr