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Navruz song
I saw hands that did not know spring,
I saw places where a flower didn’t laugh.
I will miss you Navruz
I look at your palm, my farmer, my country,
Learn from yourself, my gardener, my country.
Chuchmoma swaying, ringing bell,
Awakened soil that smells of life,
Lightning draws the image of the root,
I look at your palm, my farmer, my country,
Learn from yourself, my gardener, my country.
Sumalak invites the guest,
Your daughters will tie the knots.
Bridge rainbows to happiness,
I look at your palm, my farmer, my country,
Learn from yourself, my gardener, my country.
O soft hand of the palm of your hand,
Dark in the sun, white hand in the heart,
He opened his hands in prayer, his hands white,
I look at your palm, my farmer, my country,
Learn from yourself, my gardener, my country.
You have a holy place, you have a blessed sky,
You have a mountain to lean on, you have faith in your heart.
There is a great gardener in the great garden,
I look at your palm, my farmer, my country,
Learn from yourself, my gardener, my country.