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There are intoxicating datura herbs and the Spirit of Altai - a talisman And where is the silhouette of the ancient argali on the rocks along the cliffs In the tales and legends of the old Arhats of the wise, a trace is visible... And at night I dream of the stars that hang over the lakes Crazy winters, a riot of springs and Shambhala - that garden of Eden I was born in the land of shamans - my abode and Eden ... And the wonderful sound of a harp flows when your totem steals