MIMBANG PIANNA ZOGAM NUAM | PZP
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- Опубліковано 9 лис 2024
- Lyrics & Tune : V Nunlian
Artists: PZP
Audio Recording & Editing: Lalsiam Studio
Camera & Video Editing: Uptown media
Channel: PZP
Sponsored by: Sharon Tombing & Esther Tombing
English Subtitle : Sharon Tombing
MIMBANG PIANNA ZOGAM NUAM
1. Mimbang pianna zogam nuam,
Tukawl tawi a i bualna,
Khangsawn zata’n giabang a zutsa,
Sianmang hon piak hi;
Nang leh ken i zuun louh leh,
Singdang in hong zuun ding hiam,
Lengkhuang tawisiam, zaila oihsiamte’n
Gam ngaih zai in awi ung.
Chorus:
Pianna gamlei ngilhthei ding maw,
Tuunnu zalna zuun lou ding maw,
Beh leh phung chiin leh tuai lenna,
Khang zataa zalna;
Ka gam kalei aw Zogam nuam,
Pupa huaisa aw ka gam ngaih,
Hiailou gamlei dang i neilou,
Phamdong zuun ve ni.
2. Zaitha hat Lia leh Tangte,
Heina munkhat louh zong in,
I gam liangvai naubang kahna aw,
Lung hon ngilh kei un;
Zolawkta Lengthe khuang leh
Huihkhi lang siktui luangte,
Zuunlouh gam bang tulpan kai ding maw,
Lung na awi ngamdiam.
3. Laizom lelliang vontawite,
Phungkhat suan laizom hihang,
Sak leh khang a hei Zou tate aw,
Zogam ngilh kei un;
Singgam a hei laizomte,
Mubang ken hon ngai lua ing,
Heina peuh ah gamlei di’n semle’ng,
Gamlei hongpal ding.
THE LOVELY HILLS WHERE WE WERE BORN
1. The place where we were born, toiling and playing with our hoe,
Our birthplace that God gave us, we nurtured through generations;
If you and I do not develop, is there any other who will do it,
Musicians and artists of the hills, we sing of our beautiful land.
Chorus: Can we ever forget our birthplace, and not look after where our mothers lie,
Where clans communities sibblings dwell, many generations were buried;
My land, my soil the lovely hills, I love where my forefathers dwell,
We do not have another place, let us take care of it.
2. The strong young men and women, we may be scattered in many places,
The hue and cry of our land, please do not turn a deaf ear;
Birds insects fresh air and the fresh water from the hills,
To be covered with weeds and thorns, can you bear it my brothers.
3. Sibblings we who are weak and in despair, are offsprings of the same tree,
Children of the hills who dwell far and near, do not forget your origin;
My brothers who live far and away, how I long for your presence,
If we work tirelessly for our land, our land will prosper one day.