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Your land is my bed,
Your air is my blanket,
And your worries are a cross
That breaks my shoulders
If we rejoice in the history of our migration
Don't think we love our exile
O my homeland, displaced and barefoot
-2-
We rejoice in the dignity of a mother
Who embraced us.
When we cried,
She loved our pride.
When we were cold,
She covered us with feathers
And put us to sleep in her lap
The warm one.
-3-
With our success,
The first thing that congratulated us
And received our service with gratitude
The name on my lips
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