That land of peace
That keeps all in peace
The plain land at the centre
All must without river enter
Is my choice

The land of education
The land of inspiration
To build roads on your own
To build schools on your own
Is my choice

The land is not childish
The land is not foolish
It can't be deceived
It does peace, perceived
Is my choice

The land that wars not for firewood
A land that can not be deceived with food
A land for saint and hard working people
Producers of crude oil for other people
Is my Land

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