I ran and ran to the top of the mountain, they are
playing an instrument on the mountain, they are singing, we are happy with the heart,
we are freed from oppression,
the sun is the sun, the sun is the sun,
the lady, come down from there, we have done oppression, we have accepted freedom, life has
become ours from all that has been created, we cannot
be satisfied with happiness, we are no longer captivated, we have searched
for the silver pool, we searched for
apples. We picked the gold, we reached our house,
we went up, it was buttermilk, the story of Bibi was a lie,
we came down, it was yogurt, our story was true
, our story was over, the crow did not reach its blood,
Hachinpachinjiro, Barchin,
Ethel, Motel, Tutule, cow, Hassan, what kind of him, he
has neither milk nor milk, his milk, Hindstone, a Kurdish woman, Bastoun,
her name is Bazaz, Uncle Qazi, around the red Kalash,
Hachinpachin, Hachinpachin.
