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My homeland’s bright meadows, fields full of innocence With tender herbs and grasses in their round dance – You are a precious jewel my heart’s been cherishing As well as bird its song dwells or flute strong air’s wing. You have my soul filled with Since very early days, You’re gem my heart enchases, Accompanying all way. перевод ____ Людмила Подопригора