The train coming from distant lands

passed and did not see the girls

Waiting with flowers in their hands .

Oh the train coming from distant lands !

Tell me how it is in the far lands ?

How are leaves , flowers ?

Their leaves green , flowers up to your knees .

people talk day and night , about you .

Their mountains behind yours .

Their sea , the stretch of your sea

For them also

Distant land is yours.

BY:Ramiz Roshan