Tsivaeri

Alas my precious child My fragrant flower now brings joy to a foreign land Gently, gently, with humility It was I who sent them there My tsivaeri, of my own free will Gently, gently, I walk the earth gently I curse you foreign land, you, and your prosperity Gently, gently, with humility You took my child away, and made them yours Gently, gently, I walk the earth gently