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My home, the treasury of dreams,
The only place to rest in peace.
The land of joy and inspiration
To find your fortune and vocation

'cause I may go, but I'll remember
The snowflakes falling in December
The clouds in the sky above,
The rainbow after thunderstorm.

The river flowing like a snake,
The evening beach of silent lake,
The water, clear,warm and spotless.
We used to build there sandy fortress.

The loan. so green, so tender, mild.
I used to play there as a child
and find amazing pretty flowers -
the loveliest smell, the brightest colours,

Like rays of sunlight in the sky,
The winds of motley butterfly
which dance above a blooming field
In every whisper of the wind.

I wonder, where come you from,
The winding road I used to roam.
I see the traces on the ground,
But mine among them won't be found.