My country is an old book with a crumbly, dusty cover; original and valuable Like a book, you don't judge it by its cover. What's inside it is what defines it. Gently open it; Read each word with heart, Uncover its uniqueness till it brings delight. Find the book enjoying, You'll never wish for it to end. You'll read it one more time, You'll show loftiness to it. Oh, fellowmen, we're proud of our country Even if we're not; Our mouths say we are, but our hearts deny. Oh beloved country, We discerned ourselves through judging you because of our own fault.