A chant, oh my country, you are a gift to me from my Lord
Oh my country, you are a gift from my Lord
In you is the House of God, towards which the pure soul craves
Hassan's kindergartens and Bahia's orchards
You have trees, flowers, and sweet winds
Oh my country, you are a gift to me from my Lord
Oh my country, you are a gift from my Lord
In you is the House of God, towards which the pure soul craves
Hassan's kindergartens and Bahia's orchards
You have trees, flowers, and sweet winds
Oh my country, you are a gift to me from my Lord
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