My Village
Come, go somewhere in the village,
In the heart of that lovely garden,
Flowers are in the shade of clump,
On the bed of green-green coach.
Remember the exam days,
Those lovely days of March-April,
Read from the heart, choose Chun-Chun,
That tune to decorate dreams.
Fragrance of fragrant flowers,
Kah kah kah in khag-vihga tans,
Remove all the tension -
Wake up in everyone's mind.
Buddhas of fellow friends,
The desire to move forward,
Everything was quiet free,
I wish you had the ultimate joy.
That life's fiddle,
Kishore - Youth Fair,
Lovely nature courtyard,
That co-existence of mind.
That group of innocent friends,
There used to be one who spoke,
In a truly honest bet,
Come away to the village somewhere.
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