You look so pretty; it's like
God has made you by His own hand
I can't turn my eyes from you
You have come from my sweet dreamland
Sometimes baby it is drizzling
Sometimes it is heavy raining
Now I want you more than ever
Now I want to become braver
Sometimes gusty wind is blowing
With big waves river is flowing
Now I want to profane your hand
And take you back to sweet dreamland
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem