| The bird cherry and fragrant lilac have faded,
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| Only you, Oriole, a vocal bird,
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| You keep singing and crying about your fate.
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| Only you, Oriole, a vocal bird,
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| You keep singing and crying about your fate.
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| Why are the eyes so misty with tear-longing,
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| Yellow-winged bird, don't you understand.
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| Why is it so, Oriole, the heart hurts painfully,
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| When you cry and sing over the river.
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| Why is it so, Oriole, the heart hurts painfully,
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| When you cry and sing over the river.
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| Losing.
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| Oh, how stupid and young he is
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| He caressed in his arms, wore, that handsome man lel.
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| And turned her head on a moonlit May night,
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| About the love of an unknown stray pipe.
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| And turned her head on a moonlit May night,
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| About the love of an unknown stray pipe.
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| Where are you, silvery path in roses,
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| Where is the crystal, sweet ringing among the branches?
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| Only you, Oriole, a vocal bird,
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| You sing everything and complain about your fate.
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| Only you, Oriole, a vocal bird,
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| You sing everything and complain about your fate. |