You'll be less than me in the ins and outs of the heart

breaking, I think,

But why in the world,

Shoud you sing your hard sorrow through my window?

I'll take your song into the scent of flowers and the smell

of grasses,

And bind my mind along with me on the thin silver

over-cast,

If it shed pours in the big jewel drops on the green grasses

and for crops,

You'll soon get next to wearing the fabulous smile from

flowers and butterflies,

And you'll do the incredible pleasure from main village

who pull long faces.