Fires are blazing on the grey hills
We are seeing off our gods
They are going with the cold wind
Accompanied with our laudatory songs
We are seeing off our gods
They are going with the cold wind
Accompanied with our laudatory songs
We made a song
About each of them
For our children to remember
To whom their forefathers were bowing
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