by: Kumaresh Balaji
|God, Bless my country|
|It is falling in despair|
|And for my wishes|
It is always very rare.
I will feel the wind,
Like the Nature´s miracle bilss.
Please grant my wishes,
As fast as you wish.
My country is falling into the wrong hands,
Please rebuild the greatest lands,
Please just help my only country,
And like an eagle I shall be free.
Please rise the mountains,
And crystal the seas,
Also grow the trees perfectly,
These are my wishes.
Dont brak it because it causes ´such´ pain
And dont make these wishes rare again!