In The High Hills

In The High Hills

Don't let them build a home in the high hills
Don't let them give girls (as bride) to faraway countries
Don't let them to disdain the mother's one and only

Let the flying birds sense this
I miss my mother
Both my mother and my father
I miss my village

I wish my father had a horse so he would ride it to come to me
I wish my mother had a sail so she'd set it to come to me
I wish my siblings had known my adress so they'd come to me

Let the flying birds sense this
I miss my mother
Both my mother and my father
I miss my village