Hora

The fields are getting golden like the sun,
and the crops are simply the top.
And the nights are so beautiful now,
before the moonlight stops.

And the rain is the final jewel,
and the rainbows between these drops.
And the lands, and the green,
all of it gives me hope.

And so the hora,
the music goes on,
has a heart of its own,
it's cannot be gone.
And so the hora,
the song is still played,
the music has stayed,
and it will stay like that.

And the forests are greener and greener,
and the nature is sending his love.
And all the animals who looking for food,
and the beautiful birds from above.

And the rain is the final jewel,
and the rainbows between those drops.
And the lands, and the green,
all of it gives me hope.

And so the hora,
the music goes on,
has a heart of its own,
it's cannot be gone.
And so the hora,
the song is still played,
the music has stayed,
and it will stay like that.

And so the hora,
the music goes on,
has a heart of its own,
it's cannot be gone.
And so the hora,
the song is still played,
the music has stayed,
and it will stay like that.