You are my land, my dear land!
Horse racing in the wild
The cry of eagles remains in the sky,
Wolf's voice in the field! Goy, my homeland!
Goy you, dense forest!
The nightingale's whistle is full,
Wind, steppe and clouds!

Design

Elvina, dear friend, come, give me your hand,
I'm withering, stop the hard life in my sleep;
Tell me... I'll see if we'll be apart for a long time
Am I doomed?
Will each other never look at each other again?
Are my days covered in eternal darkness?
Morning will never find us again
In the arms of love?
Elvina! Why in the hours of the dead of night
I can't hug you with delight
My eyes are full of yearning for my dear longing
And tremble with passion?
And in silent joy, in the bliss of pleasure
Listen to your sweet whisper and quiet moan,
And quietly, modestly, for the bliss of awakening
Should I fall asleep close to my dear?

Alin Bo

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