We are the people of the land,
we are the people of the land.
We are the people of the land,
we are the people of the land.
The sickness is worsening,
the time to Tugashka is near,
on Monday and Sunday doctors look for me,
my son in tears, my child Togayshkina.
Although I dream to speak,
I could not,
Zalewani, wee
Lila,
the Pekarwadi, yama
We rise with tasty food
I am a poor man, I am a poor man
I have no money, I have no life
I have no money, I have no life
I have no money, I have no life
I have no money, I have no life
My wife is a poor soul,
I have no money I am a poor man, I have no life
This life you gain will never be enough a poor man will die
I have no money, I have no life I have no money,
I have no life
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