He is restless
to touch me,
he's so restless.
Touch, or don't
that's the thing
upon me.
La, la, la.
I'm just like
him playful
and love to
stir the sea.
Soul was right
when he told
love is
everywhere,
and anywhere
we can show,
la, la, la,
and love is
lovely oh!
Someday, he will
come to know,
if he throws
me arrow,
me too throw
the bow.
Oh! oh! oh!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem. it's good to be in a joyous mood.