Dear native, you fellow tribesmen, the horse of your home, how happy you sat in this province with your originality , you were also defeated,
thirsty and faithful to remain thirsty, pride was the name of our country, the one that you entrusted to the wind was the regret of all our possessions and possessions,
which beautiful treasure called you, O lover who drew feathers, recklessly search for anemones,
be with us, who are sad to wait for spring , be with us. To bring the sun and the outside together, a
thousand birds like you, love to spend the night with the intention of going and going, honest and simple, not coming again, but to this day, God is with
a companion tired of the night , but travel is not the cure for this pain, the way you went to the sunset is not facing the dawn, return at night.
