by Victoria Dorain

Created on: May 27, 2010

Chuvash man, don't be sad,

This is time to cheer up, 

Make it rhyme, start a song,

I will try to catch up.

I'll be singing along

With a maze of your tongue,

Swaying soft, going strong,

From the dusk till the dawn.

I won't need to translate,

I will feel melody

Melting heart like a slate,

As if sugar in tea.

I will know that you

Sing of your homeland, 

Of the struggle, curfew

And of love to the end.

Chuvash man, smile your smile,

Though it fits you so well

Just to rise like a sun

Over your homeland.

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