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the real khampa men in my heart
their foreheads are engraved with stories of their ancestors
their happy laughter echoes above clouds
their hearts are grand grasslands filled with ambition and love
even not appreciated by their women, their soul soars free
the sound of horse tramping rises from their veins
the sacred sunshine sparkles in their eyes
when a song of highland barley wine arises from their hearts
the whole world is in their hands, in their hands.
ikhamo 1 year ago
even not appreciated by their women, their soul soars free
the sound of horse tramping rises from their veins
the whole world is in their hands, in their hands 5 seconds
ikhamo 1 year ago 4
@ikhamo thanks
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the real khampa men in my heart
their foreheads are engraved with stories of their ancestors
their happy laughter echoes above clouds
their hearts are grand grasslands filled with ambition and love
even not appreciated by their women, their soul soars free
the sound of horse tramping rises from their veins
the sacred sunshine sparkles in their eyes
when a song of highland barley wine arises from their hearts
the whole world is in their hands, in their hands.
ikhamo 1 year ago
the real khampa men in my heart
their foreheads are engraved with stories of their ancestors
their happy laughter echoes above clouds
their hearts are grand grasslands filled with ambition and love
even not appreciated by their women, their soul soars free
the sound of horse tramping rises from their veins
the sacred sunshine sparkles in their eyes
when a song of highland barley wine arises from their hearts
the whole world is in their hands, in their hands 5 seconds
ikhamo 1 year ago 4
@ikhamo thanks
shongnub 1 year ago
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