Foreigner girl, where do you live you,
In which world,
How the life of yours,
Your country and clime,
Which but I know them not,
Wherefrom you,
What the manner and etiquette,
Food-habit and behaviour of yours,
Foreign girl?
A flower from across the overseas,
The mountains and rivers
Which divide the territories,
Landscapes and scenarios
With a beauty of own,
So beautiful, so fast-coloured.
The language may different, the manner may be,
But the heart is the same,
The same throbbing and pulsating heart
Which see I in all,
Yea, the heart is loveful,
The eyes so deep and dreamy,
Love, only love is therein.
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