It is strange that a man love me,
feeling sweet that he has kissed my mouth,
so let the cage for a bird free to be
I can still kiss and fly to the south.
Oh the spring, she loves me,
I do not have it at all sad,
The first kiss was not so green
I do not know, but someone else had.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem