🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Niche - Uaral

  the Mountain range,
 The  daughter
  the Buitreras and Guaiquillo.
 
 The  veins of the orchards on the
 Cultivated field  opened.
 
 Wide quiet dying earth the seeds of 
 Germinated from  entrains,
 Poised like leaves  the yolks of the branches.
 
 Ironic beautiful land 
 You hare inherited  your more intimate song.
  am firewood of you,
  living torture,
 I am mist  the Poplars.
 Side never slope  drink