(ami je gan gai, Janine se kar uddeshe)
The song I sing - - -
Not knowing for whom
When coming to mind by restless wind
Foreign bird flyaway, whom tune flying
I look at that face, are you a past dream
Dressed in new garment of this new age
May come to mind, not yet to this mind
Wanting to cross the river from my side
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