At the airport, I saw the foreigners
With the bag and baggage,
The luggage,
Getting down, coming and going,
Doing hi-hello,
Waving at and smiling and going.
They came and went away,
But the beauties I saw, I could not forget them,
The foreigners getting down, waving and smiling
And going away far from.
See me but with love,
Forget me not, O foreigner girl!
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