I'm feeling good,
My dear friend.
My mind as the roots
That grow in your head.
You want to be free
But can't make a step
'cause roots hold your feet
And you have no map.
I'm feeling good,
My dear friend.
I've got lots of fruits
In this golden land.
Take rest and stay here
For many years.
You will have no fear
With me until death.
Golden land
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