Gently, gently sway the flowers,
Softly, softly blows the breeze,
Gaily, gaily runs the river
Flowing with a gentle ease,
From the treetops, young and green,
The cuckoo calls: “Hello, hello…”
Why my heart is filled with sadness
Tell me, tell me, I don't know.
Yuri
(I have become a thief)
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