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O wretch! Evil is your fortune!
If I, a wretch, were to grasp a green pine,
Even the green pine would wither.
It's early February
Yet Persephone returned to earth Long ago in Cilicia
With every bloom, a tale untold,
In valleys green and fields of gold.
Oh, let us sing!
For here, where land and sea unite,
We find our strength, our pure delight.
Let joy bloom like flowers in early spring
For here, in this land of boundless happiness,
The sun shining upon us will remind
We're young, we're free, forever to be.