Gardener, I hear the good news of flowers from your lawn, where is the messenger to send a greeting from me ?Its time to open your wings with the song of the dawn bird , to
eat the blood of your homeland and sit homesick for how long? Again, O bud out of your shirt, the good
news of our freedom passes on your lips, the souls of a hundred chickens caught in the sacrifice of your mouth, the
friends are right on the pledge, come to the head of the enemy who breaks your covenant that you do not break, the head of the enemy who breaks the covenant of the gardener of
the flower, I hear from your lawn a messenger who will send a greeting from me ?Its time to spread your wings with the song of the dawn bird, to spread your wings, to spread your wings to the air of your homeland.
