The village of Loiko is a small green corner of my homeland. In spring, the gardens bloom, in the fall - with a rich harvest of fruits.

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And in my village all the healing springs,

All herbs are honey, all flowers are fragrant

Hills, clearings, forests, fields and meadows

Here is my village Loiko

Edge to the heart dear

The white-fronted rachulachka winds among meadows,

Here the sunset song greets the grynikov.