Ken Zhyloy
My parents have seen a lot,
They came from a noble land.
I came to life screaming loud,
To tell the truth on the ground.
From the meadows of blue land,
I have collected butterfly song.
My homeland is hotter fire than,
Gave me power and fire in my soul.
Mother Earth to you I am related,
I drank water from dug well.
There, my navel blood is dripped,
I never say you 'farewell'.
The homeland is beautiful and shiny,
For me wonderful and warm ravine.
The people of Zhyloy are kind-mind,
They believe is freedom coming.
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