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(Verse 1)
In the time of the peasants, humble and hardworking,
In the green fields we work hard.
Harvesting our spices, fruits of our labor,
At the village fair, selling our flavors.

(Chorus)
Glory to the king, glory to the queen,
In our modest lives, their reign continues.
Sunday evening, under the silver moon,
We dance together, until the starry night.

(Verse 2)
At the dawn of the day, the sun rises slowly,
Our hardened hands, valiantly cultivating the earth.
Every vegetable, every herb, a blessing,
Offering our love to our nation.

(Chorus)
Glory to the king, glory to the queen,
In our modest lives, their reign continues.
Sunday evening, under the silver moon,
We dance together, until the starry night.


(Bridge)
The drums resonate, the flutes enchant the air,
The children laugh in the light of the fleeting evening.
Under the bright stars, our hearts in harmony,
Celebrating life, in this sweet melody.

(Chorus)
Glory to the king, glory to the queen,
In our modest lives, their reign continues.
Sunday evening, under the silver moon,
We dance together, until the starry night.



(Bridge)
The drums resonate, the flutes enchant the air,
The children laugh in the light of the fleeting evening.
Under the bright stars, our hearts in harmony,
Celebrating life, in this sweet melody.

(Chorus)
Glory to the king, glory to the queen,
In our modest lives, their reign continues.
Sunday evening, under the silver moon,
We dance together, until the starry night.