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Stone boulders that are laud in a song.

Sandy beaches with the lace of sea foam.

Echo from the mount Lovcen, our Olympus.

Rivers, our mountain tears.

Lakes, our mountain eyes.

The mountain slender women, with their black tresses.

A shepherd boy staring at the sky.

A little fishing boat floating harmoniously with the oar.

Our home is seen everywhere.

Our modest home is hidden and tucked away.

In anger, it is s just a pile of rubble and a handful of soil.

In our mind, it is our treasure.

Where you can come whenever you want.

Homeland spreads its arms widely and hugs you.