The Pianist's Stunning Violets
Fruits are smooth, oranges, answered, and loved,
To Thee, the world never grows old to smile and be happy,
To Thee everyone had a way towards the promised future,
Praise and hail God, for the throne for Thee.
Hail God for Thee a ruler of the happy land,
Unity, love, and kindness abound in every place, timeless,
Who would want to leave a foot here? No strangers,
Hail God, for the crown given to Thee, You were the Keeper.