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Memories of mine, / Memories of home, / Sole wealth of mine, / Where'er I roam.
When sorrows lower / In evil hour / And griefs o'ertake me / You'll not forsake me / From the land of my early loves / You will fly like grey-winged doves / From broad Dnieper's shore / O'er the steppes to soar.
Here the Kirghiz Tartars / Dwell naked in poverty.
They're wretched as martyrs / Yet this is their liberty; / To God they may pray / And none say them nay.
Will you but fly to meet me, / With gentle words / I'll greet ye.
Of my heart / ye children dear / O'er past loves / we'll shed a tear.