O foreigner girl, where are you sitting across the seashore,
Sitting and thinking deeply
With the face on the hands,
Leaning and thinking
And dreaming
While on the other the waves surging,
Roaring across,
Rising and falling
And in the midst of all this,
You hearing the music of humanity,
O foreigner girl,
When will you be my own,
Say you love me!
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