My sisters and brothers lying at that high mountain

I will sing my melody at your convenient snore

Please listen, please get happy and excited

My mountains and all that green fields

My mother land, it still the same looking, like it would be waiting

Covering with golden- yellow colored scarf of steppe

The lake Cheder is offered to me like a cup of tea

At the sunrise melody of flying storks with the glory of the

morning

Covered with morning mist, like white scatf-haadak

The lake Cheder is presented to me with the words:

"It’s your mirror, look?"

Thousand years can pass by

Our love will never end...