When the cuckoo will come
To the tree in my courtyard
And sing a song about love
I will always love this bird
It will sing about pure love
Through the noon sitting in
The shade of the leafy branch
Without being spotted or seen
A hot wind will blow and
Silence will rule over the land
It will give solace to my mind
To my lovelorn heart it is a friend
She will listen to its melody
Feeling of love will be strong
She will come to meet me and
I will thank the cuckoo for its song
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