I come from a remote village
People there have red faces
They are singing flowers and happiness on their faces
I want to sing for them
There is no sea there, only high poplars
My house is not far from the accounting room
Pick a rape flower and put it in your ear
Ride a horse to take you wandering
Come on, come on, come to my lovely hometown
Go and lie down on the grass
Come on, come on, come to my lovely hometown
Take a look at the top of the mountain
I come from a remote village
People there have red faces
They are singing flowers and happiness on their faces
I want to sing for them
There is no sea there, only high poplars
My house is not far from the accounting room
Pick a rape flower and put it in your ear
Ride a horse to take you wandering
Come on, come on, come to my lovely hometown
Go to the grass
Come on, come on, come to my lovely hometown
Take a look at the top of the mountain
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