Our beloved appeared
so let the breeze of my country blow gently

They settled in our lands; the valley's flowers laughed
We sang in the shadow and met near the water
The chanting bird on our branches won't forget us

We are stories in its mind,
and from us come the tones of its melodies
x2
When it likes the breeze, it chants between the trees

From above our brown mountains,
the dawn rose chatting with us
In our green fields, roses started confiding in us
The birds, on both sides, narrate the stories of the roads
From above our brown mountains,
the dawn rose chatting with us

From far, we sang the cameleer's song,
telling him about a new love
x2
Pointing to him the tender brunettes,
and it (dawn) making us drink the feast wine

Our beloved appeared
so let the breeze of my country blow gently

They settled in our lands; the valley's flowers laughed
We sang in the shadow and met near the water
The chanting bird on our branches won't forget us

We are stories in its mind,
and from us come the tones of its melodies
x2
When it likes the breeze, it chants between the trees - x2





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